Happy Spring!

I have to make this quick...I have a dump truck load of compost scheduled to arrive in about an hour, and my little elves who are going to deposit it into my garden beds are still asleep. I forget if I told them what they're doing today.

Of course, the one elf who is going to watch the day's activities was up at 4:30 AM, gagging herself--her charming way of saying good morning. When I get to heaven, I'm going to ask God why He didn't preserve her ability to say, "Mom, I need you." But until then, if any of you have any bright ideas as to how to break her of this messy communication style, I'm taking notes.

She's on the recliner reading her Disney Princess book while I'm sitting on the floor in front of her writing this. I think I need to point out to her that none of the princesses have their fingers in their throats.

Jean

The year's at the spring

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hillside's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven -

All's right with the world!

~Robert Browning