Spring has finally Sprung...

and it's just as delightful as I remembered. The time of pinewood derbies and early bonfires is upon us; though the promise of summer hanging in the air is ever more exciting.

Home, Home on the Range

"A home, a home

Where the deer and the antelope play,

There seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the sky is not cloudy all day.

...

How often at night when the heavens are bright

With the light from the glittering stars

Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed

If their glory exceeds that of ours."