April showers....

      This spring is typical of Minnesota with its fits and starts. With approximately 8 inches of snow on Sunday (Easter) the April showers to 'bring may flowers' came in the frosty form. I notice tulip leaves poking up. C.H. gave us a bouquet of yellow tulips many days ago...ten maybe...and they're still pretty. The trick of putting copper pennies in the vase has worked to keep them upright.  Flowers will be particularly welcome during this pandemic.
     The furnace in The Little House On The Prairie didn't ignite last winter. The dehumidifier that runs in the basement all summer died last fall. When the furnace failed some pipes in the house froze.
Today I called a plumber in South Dakota to fix the pipes. When I told him about the dehumidifier he said "O, I'll pick one up at Lowes and bring it when I fix the pipes."  How's that for service?
      Here's hoping you are all safe and sound!   A little spring poetry to brighten your day:

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Takk for alt,

Al