Sprung Spring
Ode to Spring
Spring has sprung,
The grass is riz.
Wonder where the flowers is?
Well, not really. The grass is still in hibernation. But, as the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains this morning and cast its early light on the Peach Bottom Mountains, the tips of the maples glowed red. The sap is rizing. Can the daffodils be far behind?
Hope springs eternal.
Spring has sprung,
The grass is riz.
Wonder where the flowers is?
Well, not really. The grass is still in hibernation. But, as the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains this morning and cast its early light on the Peach Bottom Mountains, the tips of the maples glowed red. The sap is rizing. Can the daffodils be far behind?
Hope springs eternal.
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