Dandelion greens has riz; i bought a bushel yesterday, and pade 4 dollars fur it. i wanted a mess, and mi wife sed it was jist like me, bought 6 times tew mutch. i told her tew dry what she didn't want tew bile: they would go good next winter on bukwheat slap-jacks.
She stuk up her nose and slammed the door; but she loves me for aul that, better than enny other woman dus.
As i sed before, spring has cum.
Mi hart begins tew kick up her heels, and i feel a limberness in my soul; i think i must be thawin out.
I hav a nateral gift for spring melankolly.
I luv tew hear a robin sing; it is as sweet as sadness.
I luv tew prokure a violet as soon as i can, each year; there is such a mild impediment in their butiful fases; thay put me in mind ov an orfan child, that has strayed oph into a dell and sot down tew cri.
As i sed before, i am glad spring has cum, on akount ov the new bunnets.
And altho butter and dandelion greens are condem hi, my wife ses spring bunnits is real cheep, (and she knos,) she can get a decent one fur 48 dollars, without enny trimmins.
I am real glad that one ov the necessaries ov life ain't onreasonable.