Now Is the Time

You may remember last fall I posted a portion of a read-aloud story, Now Is the Time, written by Alvin Tresselt, which described the sights and sounds of the fall season.  This is the part about spring:

Slowly the days grow longer.
Slowly the air turns warm once more.
Early in the morning there's a twitter of birds in parks and backyards, and a gentle softness spreads over the city.  At last it's time.
"Time to open the windows wide," say the mothers.
They open the windows and a young breeze bellies out the curtains.
...Crimson geraniums, bright as fresh paint, and baskets of pansies with squinchy velvet faces.
"Time to oil the wheels and polish my cart," says the ice cream man.
..."Time for outdoors," say the children.
Take off coats and hats, and run!
Hop scotch and marbles, jacks and kick-the-can, jump rope and ball time, and roller skates on the sidewalk...now play with a kite on the end of a string!
...And everywhere in the city is the fresh touch of a new spring. 

To add my own thought:  "now it is time" to replace the cozy flannel sheets with cool, smooth percale sheets.

Have a wonderful spring day!

Charlotte

Little Spring Song

Little breeze from the South, you can sing, though you have no mouth.

Little songs, young and gay, full of cheer as a summer day.

All the birds and the beasties too, seem to know that the winter's through!

And the grass, as you pass, whispers low,

"It is Spring, Sweet Spring."

This was taken from the first grade John Thompson piano book.