Monthly Archives: April 2017

When daffodils begin to peer

When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! the doxy, over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o’ the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
(The Winter’s Tale, 4.2.1-8)

Cliff is home!

This coming Monday we expect that we are four again.  Cliff is back from holiday.   Spring is here and the season of fuller tap rooms is upon us.  We hope that means more singing voices!