To celebrate the first day of spring, we romped about in the mud, brainstormed words using all our senses, and wrote about mud season in New England.
No More Brown
The birds chirping.
The buds popping.
The flowers growing.
Sugaring is starting.
It is getting warm out.
The leaves will be growing on the trees.
Spring is coming
Then . . . on the second day of spring . . . .