Der grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is?
Der little boids is on der wing, Ain't dat absoid?
Der little wings is on de boid!
Ahhhh Spring. Unless you're living in the wrong half of the world you'll currently be joining me in the relieved celebration of the end of winter, and the promise of a hot (maybe) summer.
The nights are getting shorter; the days longer; the morning frosts are easing; the afternoon sun has a bit of warmth.
What a beautiful time of year. Most of our daffys are out, and the fruit trees are starting to bloom. My berries are starting to show the first sprouting of life, and it's nearly time to turn the front garden and pop in a few seed potatoes to be ready for Christmas dinner.