I would trade all I have now for one more walk with Dad
The evenings are getting longer and the geese are getting fat. Before we know it, Lent will be over and I'm beginning to wonder if there's any point at all in giving up sweets and drink.
As ever, I've given up broccoli, although a man who is full of little and large enough wisdoms told me only today that a clove of broccoli is very nice when it's roasted. Or is it a clump of broccoli or a sprig like shamrock?
The same man let it be known there's more vitamin C in one Brussels sprout than an orange. I'm not sure if that's true or not and his proposition is a definite argument for the premise that size doesn't matter.