Spring has sprung. Bing, boing, boinged into being. Grand stretch in the evenings. Tripping over daffodils and other flowers bursting forth. Skies mostly blues with wispy whites. A fresh feeling of air and breath. No more fireside evenings just bright long days. Birdsong chitter chatter making quite the racket. Pack up the winter coats put on your light jacket. Frisky frivolous feelings of new. Out with the bicycles put away the shoes. Share the barefoot with your sandals, winter is through. The grass has to be cut and laundry to hang. The best of seasons has begun with a bang.