It is coming. Or has it come? I don't know about you, but I'm darn well ready for a new season. I'm ready to drive down 88th Ave. and marvel at how pink blossoms can transform a busy, grey street. I'm ready to think of rain as something that nourishes the ground, rather than something that pounds at my brain and reminds me of lead. I'm ready to tie on my running shoes and stop making lame excuses about it being too cold outside. I'm ready for light, for purple, for morning birds. And MINI EGGS!!!!
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Well WEEEE still have a 10 foot high pile of ice in our parking lot, so there.
Also please send me my letter soon pretty please?
Yup- it's close. But really it isn't spring for me until I hear the cheddar cheese bird. You know, the one with the call that sounds like "chedder-chedder-chedder-chedder cheese, chedder-cheese!"
I love that bird (and I love cheese)
Laurakins
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