An April Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery The moon comes up o’er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds Over the pools and the whimpering rills; And with her the mists, like dryads that creep From their oaks, or … Continue reading
It seems like you can’t walk down the street in my neighborhood without hearing a parent either whistling “Do you want to build a snowman?” or their small child belting out “Let it Go” at the top of their lungs; where ever you go, the whole world has Frozen fever. And I’m certainly not immune. While the … Continue reading
