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."