The North Wind now blows
And we shall have drizzle
Through spring’s tender leaves
Hear it howl and it whizzle
It bites at our ears and it nips at our nose
And if you’ve just washed your hair it’ll make it all frizzle
OK so the last bit doesn’t scan so well and the ‘poor Robin’ didn’t get a mention – but if he’s already put his head under his wing – he’ll never notice, will he?
Eleven o’clock on a miserable, cold, blustery, grey Sunday morning and the Dandelions are all still fast asleep with the covers pulled up over their heads.
It’s amazing how much you can learn from nature, isn’t it?
