Guerillas in the Garden, or
Try not to Throw the Baby out with the Bath Water
Let me tell you what did staggeringly well over the winter. 1,669 more words
Oh daffodils, sweet daffodils, my sweet sweet daffodils,
Wherefore art thou?
Fain wouldst I look upon your sunny countenance
Daily I seek your bright orbs reflected in mine own imperfect orbs… 1,931 more words