Hello, everyone! Happy Sunday!
Where I am, the weather outside is absolutely gorgeous. Right now, it’s about mid-50s, and we actually have a bit of SUN!
You seem surprised about the sun…
Well, yeah. It’s not quite usual. Two of the jokes about the weather where I am are:
1) Drive north from (City A) for an hour, then take a right. When you reach the rain, you’re there.
2) Yeah, we get 300 days of sun! Over the course of a decade…
So I’m very happy to see the sunlight. It’s pretty. And bright. And sunny.
The sunlight’s sunny? You don’t say…
But I do!
In fact, it seems like spring. And spring always brings to mind one of the earliest poems my mother ever taught me…
Oh, no. Not more poetry…
Yup! I have no clue who it’s by, but here it is:
Spring
Spring has sprung,
The grass is ris.
I wonder where
the birdies is?
And this was one of the first “poems” you memorized?
Yup.
That explains a lot…
Oh?
Yes. Like your bee thing, and how you could possibly even consider calling it poetry.
Hmpf.
Anyways, happy Sunday!