In my twisted logic, spring equals a can of white spray paint and some comfy flip flops. So while my girls recited “The Wind” by Robert Louis Stevenson, I braved the March wind with a can of spray paint and anything I could find in my house that looked worn and wintry. Enjoy my spring ‘fluffing’ while I share this delightful little poem with you. You should memorize it.
And all around I heard you pass
I saw the different things you did
I felt you push, I heard you call
O you that are so strong and cold
Are you a beast of field and tree?