Welcome News When Your Soul is Mired in Winter
But someone else has already shown up whose arrival makes me shout for joy every year. It’s lemonade, it’s lemonade, it’s daisy. It’s a roller-skating, scissor-grinding day;It’s gingham-waisted, chocolate-flavored, lazy,With the children flower-scattered at their play. Springtime in the Smokies So begins one of my favorite childhood poems: “April” by © Marcia Lee Masters. As a farm kid growing up in northern Illinois, I longed for spring. Waiting for April’s arrival was like