“The pocket book of bird songs” She said out aloud. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have.”

How a little bird cheered me up.

A poem about the sign of spring.

Lawns and lea seem to be sun fried crispy brown, too many scorching days without rain. Gardens and fields are withered and the earth is parched and thirsty…How badly we need rain. Even the robin cries…

"The pocket book of bird songs" She said out aloud. "Oh, you really shouldn’t have."

Poignant limerick.

My crazy adventure this week.

Robin’s Song.

Spring must be on the way.

Spring is here, the snow is gone. Describes things seen in spring and wanting to enjoy it.