I'm anxiously on the lookout for the first signs of spring.
robins pecking in the grass . . .
forsythia blooming with sunny yellow . . .
Oklahoma Redbuds showing their beauty . . .
The first day of spring is just 25 days away. Can't end this post without the lyrics for this song.
Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II Music by: Richard Rodgers From the film: State Fair 1945
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing O why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street hearing words that I've never heard from a man I've yet to meet I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring It might as well be spring.