Slowly but surely the flowers are emerging from the earth. It reminds me of a silly little poem I learned when I was a child. Don't know who wrote it or who told it to me but it's cheery!
"Spring has sprung,
The grass has riz,
I wonder where the birdies is?"
We have dozens of birdies and the grass is actually showing, finally. There are still patches of snow so I guess spring hasn't exactly sprung, yet. Shouldn't be long. I'm trying to be patient but this prolonged cold weather is getting a little old.
Mark Twain said, "In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours."
Boy, isn't that the truth?
Boy, isn't that the truth?
Hmm...do I see a familiar piece of driftwood??? Looks great. J
ReplyDeleteYou certainly do...driftwood from Samish Island, I believe.
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