SPRING IS IN THE AIR

beautysleep1:</p> <p>SPRING IS IN THE AIR<br /> NATURE IS GETTING READY.<br /> ANIMALS WILL SOON COME OUT<br /> FROM HIDING.<br /> LOVE WILL BE IN THE AIR.<br /> THESE TWO ANIMALS ARE PRACTICING.<br />

beautysleep1:

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

NATURE IS GETTING READY.

ANIMALS WILL SOON COME OUT

FROM HIDING.

LOVE WILL BE IN THE AIR.

THESE TWO ANIMALS ARE PRACTICING.

onelifesalma:</p> <p>SPRING IS COMING!<br /> THE BIRDS ARE RESTLESS.<br /> FLOWERS WANT TO BUD.<br /> GRASS WANTS TO GROW.<br /> I WANT TO FEEL THE HOT SUN.<br /> WE’RE ALL READY.<br />

onelifesalma:

SPRING IS COMING!

THE BIRDS ARE RESTLESS.

FLOWERS WANT TO BUD.

GRASS WANTS TO GROW.

I WANT TO FEEL THE HOT SUN.

WE’RE ALL READY.

flowersgardenlove:</p> <p>Parrot Tulips Beautiful</p> <p>WOW! TULIPS THAT ARE AS COLORFUL AS A PARROT.<br /> PINK, PURPLE, YELLOW, GREEN, AND BLUE.<br /> EXCEPT IT WON’T PARROT YOUR WORDS.

flowersgardenlove:

Parrot Tulips Beautiful

WOW! TULIPS THAT ARE AS COLORFUL AS A PARROT.

PINK, PURPLE, YELLOW, GREEN, AND BLUE.

EXCEPT IT WON’T PARROT YOUR WORDS.

flowersgardenlove:</p> <p>FIELD OF DAISIES</p> <p>I WANT TO DANCE IN A FIELD OF DAISIES.<br /> PRESS MY FACE AGAINST THE FRAGRANT PETALS.<br /> LIFT MY FACE TO THE HOT SUN.<br /> WHAT A NICE DREAM.<br /> TIME TO WAKE UP AND SHOVEL THE SNOW.

flowersgardenlove:

FIELD OF DAISIES

I WANT TO DANCE IN A FIELD OF DAISIES.

PRESS MY FACE AGAINST THE FRAGRANT PETALS.

LIFT MY FACE TO THE HOT SUN.

WHAT A NICE DREAM.

TIME TO WAKE UP AND SHOVEL THE SNOW.

simply-beautiful-world:</p> <p>READY FOR SPRING?<br /> THE ROSES ARE WAITING TO<br /> BURST OPEN FOR SPRING.<br /> I FEEL THE SAME WAY.<br /> SPRING CAN’T COME SOON ENOUGH.<br />

simply-beautiful-world:

READY FOR SPRING?

THE ROSES ARE WAITING TO

BURST OPEN FOR SPRING.

I FEEL THE SAME WAY.

SPRING CAN’T COME SOON ENOUGH.

NOUNOUS–THE MOST IMPATIENT MALTESE

NOUNOUS–THE IMPATIENT MALTESE

 

This is my favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for the LIRR to bring my daughter home from New York City.
He hears the train whistle but can’t see a train.
He becomes impatient.
He sits at the window, waiting.
As the train pulls into the station, he watches the doors pass by.
They are moving too fast for him to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
Watching and waiting, he sees her.
He begins to howl, pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He has to wait for her to come closer.
It looks like her, but he can’t tell.
She is beside the car window and shouts,”Nounous I’m home.”
He jumps up and down, woofing with joy.
She is home.