Been hibernating so awful long I am almost bent double; and besides the frost in my ears my rheumatics give me trouble. Just sitting here waiting for Spring and nursing my dried -up thumb, till the song birds begin to sing and the honey bee begin to hum.
Just sitting here waiting for Spring , to follow my highest ambition: to see things grow from the ground according to oldest tradition.
But every time I expose my face I nearly freeze my ears and nose, and by the time I get back in the house they look like the red, red, rose.
I long to be where the sun shines thru all the livelong year; to sit by the side of a banana tree, or fish from the shade of a pier.