Woke up this morning to snow (again) so I created my own little patch of spring.
And since its World Poetry Day, here’s one from the archives….
Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the flowers is
Yeah. That one is going right back from whence it came.
Our lawn people have called us about spring clean up, so somebody is optimistic. Hope you’re having a fun Saturday, whatever season you’re stuck in.