When I was at primary school we had a substitute teacher who taught us the following poem:
Spring is sprung
Da grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies iz
Da little boids is on da wing
Ain’t dat absoid
Da little wings is on da boid
To be honest I never really got the poem but always liked the first line and think of it when I see the first evidence of spring arriving.
Today Munchkin and I went for a little walk around our neighbourhood. This is what we came across..
Munchkin was quite keen to take a closer look whilst on his mission to pick up as many sticks as he could possibly carry. He’s such a boy!
I’d officially say that spring has sprung, wouldn’t you?