Spring has Sprung
When I was little, my dad always used to say, "Spring is sprung. The grass is ris. I wonder where them flowers is..." It used to make me so happy. It was such poor grammar from someone who always cared about that kind of thing and yet it spoke so perfectly to the way I felt. It was warm(er) out. It was technically spring (according to the calendar), but there weren't yet any flowers. And the blooming flowers were by far my favorite part. They still are. Whenever I go...Continue Reading . . .