With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain
Words to describe today's weather include grey, cloudy, drizzly (or, to use the term Austen would have done, "mizzly"), and, if not windy, then breezy at the least.
Still, with the trees starting to turn red, orange, green and gold (depending on what color buds they have), and with the air being only cool instead of cold, it has the feel of spring. Spring is not yet sprung, the grass is not yet riz, but the birdies are decidedly back around and chattering.
This morning, Steve Martin's poem (read aloud in L.A. Stories and in The Man With Two Brains as well (a movie that I absolutely adore)) came to mind, so I share it with you:
O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy.
Still, with the trees starting to turn red, orange, green and gold (depending on what color buds they have), and with the air being only cool instead of cold, it has the feel of spring. Spring is not yet sprung, the grass is not yet riz, but the birdies are decidedly back around and chattering.
This morning, Steve Martin's poem (read aloud in L.A. Stories and in The Man With Two Brains as well (a movie that I absolutely adore)) came to mind, so I share it with you:
O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy.
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