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\nThe gate from the garden into the orchard<\/em><\/p>\n
It’s a bit of a tradition to post this poem each year.<\/p>\n
\n
The Goose Girl<\/h3>\n
Spring rides no horses down the hill, — Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892-1950<\/strong><\/p>\n The gate from the garden into the orchard It’s a bit of a tradition to post this poem each year. The Goose Girl Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there be Come simply, so, it seems to me. If ever I said, … Continue reading “Almost April”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20659","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-land"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20659","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20659"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20659\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20673,"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20659\/revisions\/20673"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20659"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20659"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/acornabbey.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20659"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBut comes on foot, a goose-girl still.
\nAnd all the loveliest things there be
\nCome simply, so, it seems to me.
\nIf ever I said, in grief or pride,
\nI tired of honest things, I lied:
\nAnd should be cursed forevermore
\nWith Love in laces, like a whore,
\nAnd neighbours cold, and friends unsteady,
\nAnd Spring on horseback, like a lady!<\/em><\/p>\n
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\nA neighbor gave me the eggs<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"