Speaking as I was the other day about my love for the first flower of Spring, well here it is -- the hearty and faithful little early-arriving Crocus, presenting itself as I stepped off the back porch this morning. And it isn't even Spring!
"I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I'd say that I had Spring fever,
But I know it isn't Spring."
(From song by Rogers and Hammerstein, "It might as well be Spring.")
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