Apr 3rd
2019
By donich_admin
The Day has come
Whanne that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. And smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye, So priketh hem nature in hir corages; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages A quote from Chaucer at the beginning of the Canterbury Tales and very […]