butterflies out - mourning cloak and comma
oh, spring is here, spring is here.
why am I singing, my back is aching from yesterday and it's raining today and I don't have that many flowers out and there is still a ton of work to do and the unskilled labor force (who have the misfortune to be related to me) is reluctant.
The wintersweet smells lovely in the rain.
Spring, spring, spring.