Dear Folks, It was a beautiful warm spring day and when I checked my outside thermometer and found that the temperature was pushing up into the upper 70s, I couldn't wait to throw open my two windows to let in the warm spring breeze with its fresh air. As I sat in my living room enjoying my murder mystery book I could hear birds singing to me. The most wonderful one was the serenade that the robin sang. Robins are such harbingers of spring. Then there was the red wing black bird who always sounds like a squeaky screen door. Added to that was a bird I couldn't identify who just sat up on a tree limb and lazily chirped at me. Chirp (pause, take a breath), chirp (pause, take a breath) and then another chirp. Even though I felt that he was a bit lazy, it didn't mean that I didn't enjoy his chirping. I was hearing the sounds of spring. I kept the windows open well into the evening. One of them was in my laundry room and as I was taking care of the wash tonight, I was serenaded by a whole bunch of crickets singing loudly at the top of their lungs. Oh how I enjoyed the sounds of spring today. vee