"The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm
And hide his head under his wing, poor thing!"
How often these learned childhood verses line my thoughts and/or speech! I think I remember the nursery rhymes in particular, but also all the songs and poems we learned at school or as I have so often said, at Mother's elbow as she was working away in the kitchen. I think I will start keeping track of the frequency!
But looking out on the grey skies whipping the few remaining leaves from the bare trees, I feel as though I need a warm wing for tucking under as well!
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