Busy, busy, busy and a poem

Absolutely gorgeous day here in Lovettsville. Blue skies, mildly warm, birds singing. And I'm delighted to be able to spend most of the day at the store. The door is propped open and I love the fresh spring air.

So much I want to get done in the next couple of hours. Prepping for Earth Day promotions, need to get the newsletter out, finalize a jewelry order. [Mother's Day is just around the corner.] And I want to draft a substantive (or at least helpful or insightful or meaningful) blog post as part of our Earth Day/Anniversary Count Down. And then there's the really fun stuff: I have a large order from one of our favorite fair trade suppliers to unpack and get on the sales floor. Three large boxes filled with baskets, bird houses, jewelry and home decor. Here's hoping some customers actually walk through the door as well! So much to do! Better get on with it.

Oh. I almost forgot. April is also National Poetry Month. In honor of this glorious spring day, then, I found this to share:

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful spring.

Thomas Carew, The Spring, 1630

Well ... off to work!