It goes a little something like this:
Mama is a raccoon
Mama is a monster
Mama is a ladybug
Honk Honk Honk
I love you.
R says it's a language poem, but I think not.
Have I mentioned that it is stinkin' spring! It makes me so happy I want to burst out in tears. As of yesterday our frosty lake is all water again. Today the Lake Folks put the boards in the dam so it will fill up.
There are no flowers yet, although I've heard tales of sprouting tulips. Our flowers will come last as we are in the snow belt, and it's cinched tight. We've still got a few spots of the frozen white stuff in our yard.
I've never felt so happy about spring. Ever. I had never waited like this for Spring Equinox or wanted to celebrate it with such wild abandon. It always got my feathers up a bit when people complained that California didn't have seasons, and I still stand by my belief that California has two seasons-- maybe two and a half. However, there is no spring there-- just those couple of months when winter is a little warmer or summer is a bit cooler. It all flows together. There certainly was no mud season in the Bay Area, unless one wanted to hunt it down.
Here though, everything is melted and wet, and dirt colored. R's dad says the birds should be back soon, and today I saw a cardinal twittering in the twigs outside Frog Mama's house.
We bought Buckaroo some cow galoshes. They're black and white spotted with cow faces on the toes and tails on the back side. He won't wear anything else, and it's probably a good thing since we have rather large puddles on our road, and he's recently become a connoisseur of jumping.
Sweet P, on the other hand, refuses to wear a jacket. She came in from the rain after school today and looked like a bright pink, and very wet, rodent.