Winter is Dead

Winter is Dead

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne, Daffodowndilly Spring...
Daddy, Why are There Flowers?

Daddy, Why are There Flowers?

I pride myself on answering questions. As a teacher I have the opportunity to answer many, and I try to do so with precision and completeness. But some questions are different. This one pierced through the normal routine of question posed, answer given. Or it should...

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