COME ON SPRING

You know that old Christmas song, the familiar country lyrics beckoning Christmas to come on? I know it as Dwight Yoakam singing his twang (Listen here). Lately, I've been singing that song with a few tweaked lyrics, mostly "come on Spring" and dying for the warm sun to beat down on my face and jolt my garden to life.

Yesterday we had a taste of spring and today on Lo's ninth birthday, April showers.

Here's a little taste of my Sunday Funday.

"Count Shell-u-la"

Happy April! Playing any jokes today?