Spring has sprung in our neck of the woods and suddenly I'm a poet. I quote A.A. Milne and say, "She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor: 'Winter is dead"'. I'm full of song too. Flowers are blooming. Birds are singing. You get the picture. Speaking of birds, I always want birds to nest here, but they never do. Until this year. I don't know why they haven't before now. We don't have a cat. I've planted lots of trees. What's the problem? Anyway, excitement was running high around here in anticipation of the babies finally hatching. So, spring is here and I'm really happy to go with it.