When the last snowflakes show their face,
When the sun tricks you by it's sunny beams
And the sky is interchanging every minute of the day.
This is the time of year I like,
when the air is cool and crisp.
The sun so bright
and the snow twinkling in the light
But oh I yearn for the sunny warm days
When the sun beats down in golden rays,
And when the garden yields it fruit.
Those are the days that I wish for.
Here are a couple pics that kinda go with the made up saying/poem