Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where
the flowers is.
OK, this piece of doggerel is a bit lame--well, more like a lot lame--and no, I didn't write it. The famous and prolific author, Anonymous, claims that honor. Or maybe Anonymous didn't want his/her name attached these deathless words, if "riz" is even a word.
I read it a long time ago, and the verse stuck in my mind. I remember it every spring, and then I chuckle. I hope you have a good laugh, too.
We here in New England have had a brutal winter--in Boston, MA, we had the snowiest winter, the coldest month (February, 2015), and March tied for coldest March since records started in 1872. But snow does melt. There are still a few snow piles left, but by the end of the month, they'll be history. Thank heaven.
We're all ready for spring. If you would like a sweet Regency romantic comedy set in this glorious season, you can try my An Inheritance for the Birds or A Similar Taste in Books. Book availability is on the sidebar.
Note: I am putting this blog on hiatus (unless something spectacular happens :) ) until I announce my upcoming book, the next entry in The Feather Fables, which I'll put on pre-order probably in August or September.
Thank you all,
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