yes it has, although not one single robin. but the parking lot at the greenhouse was packed today, and the roadways were peppered with cute young guys in baseball caps and convertibles with the tops down. of course, my tree-pollinated sneezes have begun, and three more squirrels are eating what’s left of my budding bulbs. or maybe three of the ones we caught and let loose three miles down the road came back. it’s hard to tell. all those squirrels look alike. at least all of ours seem to.
“I wish I had a friend,” she said yesterday. Today she said, “I want to go to heaven.”
I try to sit and talk with her, as a friend would. But she can no longer carry on a conversation. Each of her sentences ends before she gets to the object of the verb.
I wish I could get sprung.