Rapunzel, thank you for that. Haven't heard it for years and it was a youthful favorite. So delighted to see it here.
I read it aloud while looking out the window and enjoying the swath of daffodils under the trees in my neighbor's yard. So I must add this poem which MaxQ found for me in March in "The Flowers of Spring" thread.
LOVELIEST OF TREES
BY A.E. Housman
Lovliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now of my threescore years and ten'
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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Does anyone remember a poem about the sense of smell and what certain smells conjure in memory? I read it in high school. Long ago.
