Twist me a crown of wind-flowers; That I may fly away To hear the singers at their song, And players at their play. Put on your crown of wind-flowers: But whither would you go? Beyond the surging of the sea And the storms that blow. Alas! Your crown of wind-flowers Can never make you fly: I twist them in a crown today, And tonight they die. from SING-SONG: A NURSERY RHYME BOOK by Christina Rosetti Last week I added this little poem to an "eventual" post. It seemed so appropriate today. Allow me to share. Those beautiful jonquil photos I posted a few weeks ago...the display had become even more prolific and such a bright delight of the season ahead...almost able to touch that feeling of dancing on the spring breezes. Yesterday, my husband cut a few of those flowers, and delivered his bouquet via cell phone. Today the rest have been laid to rest, buried and frozen in the 8 inches of ice and snow that turned Memphis into a winter wonderland...a rare sight in our area. Indeed, ...