Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

Every vernal equinox, aka Spring, the DH does his recitation:
Spring has sprung
The flowers riz
The bird is on the wing
How absurd, I'd always heard, the wing was on the bird.

Now, the DH attributes this bit of nonsensical verse to his favorite poet, Ogden Nash. Yet when I searched Ogden Nash, this poem was not to be found. If you can document the attribution, please let me know so I can climb down off the DH's back and my high horse . . .

Just wait until April 18, when he does his Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, another famous relative of his fam. When we lived in England, the DH strolled around British Airways on April 18 reciting that bit of stirring verse, then told them that we once had a king here in America but made him redundant . . . oh my. Yes, we actually did have some British friends.

It's gloriously sunny and cloudless here in Seattle today, a perfect first day of spring. The DH even decided it was a Red Therapy day, though I doubt he went topless as there's actually frost on the rooftops. It will be in the 60s this afternoon, however. Or so say the weatherguessers. And they better get it right as the DH threatens to cane them, as I've mentioned before.

Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMmmmmelinda