What exactly is my heart singing? Actually, it sings a song I wrote in elementary school. It's probably the only song I've ever written, but my teacher praised it because it made sense musically and even had difficult syncopation. I remember it only because I loved the praise.
I like spring.
It makes me sing.
I love to hear
the birds that
And here's another sign that I see along all of the edges of my sidewalk.
But this is what the rest of the yard still looks like. We've got a fair bit of snow to melt. And most of my tulips are in that area of the yard. Bummer.