Spring Has Sprung, the Grass Is Ris…

… I wonder where the boidies is
The boid is on the wing,
But that’s absoid
From what I hoid
The wing is on the boid!

The so-called Brooklyn National Anthem was on my mind this afternoon when I strolled through my neighborhood. Yesterday, it was still winter. Today, it’s spring. Trees had exploded with red bud and white cherry blossoms. The forsythia and periwinkle were in full bloom. And the frogs in pond, normally very reclusive, were croaking their little hearts out in mating rituals. As for the boids, I did notice a red-breasted robin or two.

I get my second vaccination shot tomorrow, the COVID epidemic is receding, and it’s warm enough outside to converse with neighbors and passersby in the year’s first grab-a-lawn-chair-and-bring-a-bottle-of-wine impromptu cocktail party. Life is good again.