One of Grandpa's little ditties:
Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is.
They say the birds is on the wing.
Ain't that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird.
I had to look this up because I couldn't remember the whole thing. The poem, known as" Spring in the Bronx" is actually anonymous wiki answers tells me, although it is often attributed to Ogden Nash.
We have a four day weekend for spring break here in northeast Iowa. Nice of the school district to do that for my birthday, don't you think? Chloe and I are enjoying the day--what were left of the winter decorations are packed up and put away for next year and it is spring in and outside of my house. I have a long to-do list, but I am done for the day.
The deck is clean and that is where I'm going to spend the rest of the day, reading and enjoying the beautiful weather.
Enjoy your weekend!