Hey, MommaDar! Come down and walk with me. You have on your clunky Crocs so you’ll be okay.
I see spring all around. But do you smell that?
I think it is the dog in the sky. I think I smell that wet stuff.
And the same stuff over there.
And do you guys know what MommaDar said to me? She said that wet stuff is called rain. And rain is what makes this:
She calls weeds, I call grass and I like it to chew.
That turns into this which makes MommaDar A-choo!
But the buds on these trees, especially the little apple tree makes her happy. So the Wet Stuff can come help us. Thanks for walking with me!