Roller Skates [antikvár]

AN INTRODUCTION TO LUCINDA SP RIN G has come; windows are open. Green fire burns fiercely along the branches of every tree and shrub. A month ago the wild geese started flying north; over the lake, against a morning sky, the black-dotted wedge of their flying made lovely patterns. Birds have all picked their house sites among hedgerows and tree-tops. They are hard at work discovering their own building material. Our neighbor's bees are singing their spring foraging song. The little brown bee does hum—ho-hum. Through the open window comes the sound of roller