Frank Sinatra's album: Ring-a-Ding Ding shouldn't be confused with the song: My Ding-a-LIng by Chuck Berry. Neither should spring be confused with some sort of a pastoral version of the season.
There are lots of flowers and green grass, eggs hatching in nests, and tiny little calves adorning the fields around Longmont. There was also flooding, hail, freezing temperatures, heavy snow, pouring rain, and tornados...all on Saturday.
This is a wet rabbit having a snack in some landscaping.
I just tried to take an online class about writing poetry. The title of this blog is an example of my new prowess as a poet. I found it to be utterly impossible to read about poetry, much less try to compose a poem, while watching my adorable grandchildren. I try to find inspiration in nature but the rabbit in the photo just made me kind of hungry for something with a nice mustard sauce and some fava beans.
Ring-a-Ding Ding it's spring.
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