as these spring days begin to lengthen and warm,
a meadowlark sings in the old rose by the dollhouse door
and myself, the doll maker, sits inside, keeping snug by the fire
with my sewing in hand.
It seems my spirit & my sewing begins to flourish best just when the farm begins
to awaken from her long winters nap.
So, as these early days of Spring begin to warm and sturdy little green leaves and blooms begin to unfurl
you may look forward to
that cheerful celebration of wonderful surprises with flowr'd frocks & garden walks
and little dolls all in a row.