Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
37 days to Opening Day: baseball, sunshine, green grass, buds on the trees, the sound of bees and bugs, and just the smell of soil as you turn it up and the sun warms it. I'm ready.
No, I'm really, really ready.
No comments:
Post a Comment