April 2024
"Over the meadows the cowslips are springing,
The marshes are thick with king-cup gold,
Clear is the cry of the lambs in the fold,
The skylark is singing, singing, and singing.
Soon comes the cuckoo when April is fair,
And her blue eye the brighter the more it may weep,
The frog and the butterfly wake from their sleep,
Each to its element, water and air."
- George Meredith -
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