Although snow isn't melting, snowstorm is sometimes, and again it seems that the spring won't come soon.
That's what I saw when I came in my garden yesterday. I've found a poem about plants waiting for spring under the snow.
Here it is:
WAITING TO GROW
Little
white snowdrop just waking up,
Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup,
Think of the flowers that are under the snow,
Waiting to grow!
Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup,
Think of the flowers that are under the snow,
Waiting to grow!
And
think what a number of queer little seeds,
Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and of weeds,
Are under the leaves and under the snow,
Waiting to grow!
Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and of weeds,
Are under the leaves and under the snow,
Waiting to grow!
Think
of the roots getting ready to sprout,
Reaching their slender brown fingers about,
Under the ice and the leaves and the snow,
Waiting to grow!
Reaching their slender brown fingers about,
Under the ice and the leaves and the snow,
Waiting to grow!
the poem by Frank French
All
right! Then I took a shovel in my hands and I began to clean the
paths under the nice bright sky.