Spring is sprung
the grass is riz
and in the trees
Da birdies is...
For those of you in places where the hope of spring is buried under mounds of snow, I give you the following:
The Western Redbud at the front of the house is covered with delicate pink blossoms.
The camellias are in bloom.
And the roses for the hanging baskets out front that Bob ordered as a Valentine's gift finally arrived.