Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."
Christopher Pearce Cranch, A Spring Growl
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Doug Larson
I may not have a shoeful of slush, but I certainly feel like whistling, especially after I saw birds going in and out of our birdhouses. Hopefully the sunshine will follow the spring-like feelings!
~Alice
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