(This is the front flower bed in Spring 2009 . . The bed is not even CLOSE to looking like this yet. We need a bit more of the warm weather for this to transpire.)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I just looked out the kitchen window
at the Cherry tree
in the back yard . . .
It is FULL of buds!
When looking over the front porch railing
this afternoon
I noticed that we now have
yellow,
blue
and
white
crocuses . . .
or would croci (not to be confused with the musical legend Jim Croce) work better.
I came downstairs wanting to do a post
and all I could think was:
June Is Busting Out All Over
but
alas,
it isn't June yet.
So, I went on a quest
for a Spring song I know.
I found
It Might As Well Be Spring.
Now, this song refers to
springtime occurrences
when it
"isn't even spring."
But,
I like the song . . .
It is one of those
that makes me
at the Cherry tree
in the back yard . . .
It is FULL of buds!
When looking over the front porch railing
this afternoon
I noticed that we now have
yellow,
blue
and
white
crocuses . . .
or would croci (not to be confused with the musical legend Jim Croce) work better.
I came downstairs wanting to do a post
and all I could think was:
June Is Busting Out All Over
but
alas,
it isn't June yet.
So, I went on a quest
for a Spring song I know.
I found
It Might As Well Be Spring.
Now, this song refers to
springtime occurrences
when it
"isn't even spring."
But,
I like the song . . .
It is one of those
that makes me
sway back an forth.
So,
as my homage
to Spring,
I give you
the lyrics to
It Might As Well Be Spring.
So,
as my homage
to Spring,
I give you
the lyrics to
It Might As Well Be Spring.
I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I’m as jumpy as puppet on a string
I’m as jumpy as puppet on a string
I’d say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meet
I’m as busy as spider spinning daydreams
I’m as giggly as a baby on a swing
I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it
might as
well be
spring . . .
It
might as
Well be
Spring . . .
Well be
Spring . . .
Signed,
Take a DEEP Breath and Smell Spring In The Air
( 6514)
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