Child's Book of the Seasons

Spring always seems to begin on the morning that the Imp, in a bright pink nightgown, comes rushing into my room without knocking, and throws himself on my bed, with a sprig of almond blossom in his hand. You see, the almond blossom grows just outside the Imp''s window, and the Imp watches it very carefully. We are none of us allowed to see it until it is ready, and then, as soon as there is a spr...