It's Finally Sprung, To-Witta-Woo!

It has been a VERY long winter. Here is Emma the Sunday after Easter. She's adorable in her new Easter dress from Amy (Thank You Amy!), but there's still snow on the ground.
Then it all melted and then we had a snow storm and then some warm weather and then another bit of snow that was melted by some freezing rain... and on and on until my poor, ghastly white California body was ready to crawl all the way back to the Central Valley.

But then this morning came! Without realizing it at first, I walked out to the car in...BARE FEET!
(Please no comments on my alabaster skin.)

I'm not trying to get my hopes up too high, but I really feel like this time it's going to stick! Even my bulbs seem to agree, they've become more than leaves, can you see the buds?

It's so beautiful outside that everyone's going barefootin'.

I've never had this strong a reaction to Spring. I feel like all the cliches and odes and songs about spring aren't enough to convey my joy over the new colors and warm temperatures of May. But here's a try:

Spring, the Sweet Spring
from Summer’s Last Will and Testament by Thomas Nashe (1600)

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

And should you need more: http://poetry.about.com/od/ourpoemcollections/a/springpoems.htm

HAPPY SRING!