The first day of Spring!
So that means that it's time for the annual Spring Poem.
Here it is! The Spring Poem
High up, over the tops
Of the feathery grasses, the grasshoppers hop.
They won't eat their suppers,
They will not obey
Their grasshopper mothers and fathers who say:
"Listen my children, this must be stopped.
Now is the time your last hop should be hopped.
So come eat your suppers and go to your beds."
But the little grasshoppers just shake their green heads.
"no, no," the naughty ones say.
"All we have time to do now is to play.If we are hungry we'll nip at a fly,
Or nibble a blueberry as we go by.
But not now. Now we must hop.
And no one, but no one can make us stop."
I've been in hospital Mommie mode, but she's home now and very happy to be there. She's way too old for any kind of procedure let alone an angioplasty. But she's walking on the bad foot, and eating, and very cheery. Now if I can just de-stress.......