A four line poem about: mirrors.
This morning was grey and dreary, but then the sun arrived in the afternoon and it was beautiful.
Kat's dad and I spent part of the day building a cold frame next to the greenhouse so that we'll have more room for our early starters. I think it's safe to say we enjoyed working in sunshine a whole lot more than under the gloomy gaze of grey clouds.
Also: it was very hard for me not to say something after the prompt like, 'I must be in a reflective mood today'.
So hard, apparently, that I had to say it anyway. I apologize.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who in the land is fairest of all?
Now, be sure to answer true,Or I'll take this hammer and smash you.