Every spring I innocently recite a little ditty upon the first sign of winter’s departure:
Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is.
They say the birds is on the wing.
Ain’t that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird.*
I say innocently, because it is always wishful thinking. I live in Minnesota, after all, and the third week in March is still winter in the frozen tundra. Author Henry Van Dyke clearly knew what I was talking about when he said, “The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.”
Although the ground is still covered with snow, I did find a tiny glimmer of hope in the warmer soil next to our house.
Hooray! This is definitely cause for celebration. So, good readers, I am going to pass along my happy mood with a free gift for you!
Here’s the deal. Purchase one of my books via my website (there are seven titles from which to choose), and I’ll include a CD of the most exquisite music, written and performed by an extraordinary pianist, Lannette Calhoun.
Here’s just a taste:
STILL is my go-to music for serious literary moments and I know you’ll be inspired, as well.
Look at the fancy collage I made of my books, evidence that an old dog CAN learn new tricks. Yep, I’m a rock star. If you click here, you’ll be taken to my site. You can take me up on my offer through the rest of March or until supplies last!
My husband is pacing… time for dinner :)
Until next time,
Amy Hammond Hagberg
* I conducted a fair amount of online research in order to credit the poet, but my findings were inconclusive. Some sources cite Ogden Nash, while others say it was penned by ee Cummings or A.A. Milne.