Hey ding a ding, ding...



In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
-- Wm. Shakespeare

It is actually starting to look a bit like Springtime. Finally.

The rare lone robin here or there has found some friends to flock together with, all of them searching for yummy worms in our back yard.

The crocuses (croci?) are cro-cussing.

Today, I even wore my heavier spring coat instead of my lighter winter coat. (Like winter in Michigan, springtime has many various shades and degrees requiring several different parkas, coats, and jackets producing the necessary warmness continuum.)

Springtime is always exciting around our house because it's full of surprises. Each fall Brian plants another couple hundred bulbs somewhere out in the landscaping. But by spring we've generally forgotten both what he planted, and where he planted them. We're basically like squirrels: digging holes in the fall, filling them with stuff, and then forgetting where we hid stuff by spring.

Posted: Mon - April 7, 2008 at 09:47 AM        

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