Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
To-witta -woo..thta's the magic word...all little flowers in the Daisy meadow are in bloom...and the little ones are having a party..Come join us this weekend....
Have a good one out there on the globe..