So delightful is the warmer spring air,

as it slips through and under every little gap,

so bright and cheery are

the yellow crocuses in the garden,

the honey yellow  sunshine with its friendly fingers,

the tulips poking through,

their tops are green curled with life and tinged with red like

fingernails they scooped through the ground,

and me with my piles of things

like housework (gah!)

or yardwork (mmmm)

and pausing casually to read

the seed catalogs in the mail.