Saturday, March 20, 2010

That Time of Year

Twice a year, in my kitchen, this happens...



The sunset hits the beveled leaded glass mirror over the mantle in the dining room and floods the kitchen with the colours of the world.

This means only one thing :


Der Budding Bronx
By Anonymous


Der spring is sprung,
Der grass is riz'
I wonda where dem boidies is?
Da little boid is on da wing;
Ain't dat absoid.
Da little wing is on da boid.





1 comment:

  1. Love it. Love this time of year. Love the kitchen.
    "In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours." - Mark Twain

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