As a child, we used to chant this little ditty while playing in mud puddles on our way to the bus:
“Spring is sprung. The grass is ris. I wonda where ‘da birdies is.”
Here in Michigan, it doesn’t feel much like spring.
We just got another round of snow yesterday and parts of the state saw 18″ pile up.
from wzzm.com
So even though it should be time for birdies and grass and sunshine and warm breezes that tease of summer days, for one reason or another, those sure signs of spring are slow a-coming.
So I give you this: Mama Kitty and her baby.
Why? ‘Cause even though the calendar says otherwise, their coziness reminds me that our long winter’s nap is not quite done.
Happy first day of Spring, peeps!
