The weather has been feeling spring-like here the last several days. As I sit at my computer typing this journal entry, the early-morning sunlight is filtering through the big cedar tree just outside my window. The sun and the tree appear to be playing a game, making shadow puppets on the walls near my desk. Writing is difficult enough for me, and the distraction of the figures dancing on my wall is not helping the words make the long trek from my brain to my fingers and onto my computer screen.
There are frogs croaking outside.
A b’zillion birds are singing.
There is the tap-tap-tapping of a woodpecker.
I've got me some serious Spring Fever.
Mom, can I go outside to play?
Mom, I wanna go for a bike ride!
