Spring break

Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the birdy is?
They say the bird is on the wing
But I say the wing is on the bird

I learnt this poem in Year 3 and it often pops into mind just as the crisp edge comes off the air and the daffodils poke out their sunny faces. While autumn is my favourite time of year, spring comes a close second. And this city certainly knows how to do spring — we’ve even got a public holiday this year to celebrate. Who couldn’t feel cheery in the weather that just invites afternoon picnics? When the sky is again light after work? When flowers fill the city with colour? Even at night the flowers in everyone’s gardens still catch the light and lift a tired mood.


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