Good morning!  Due to a wonderful evening out (still singing Dancing Queen in my head) today's post will be short.  I blush to admit that staying up past eleven on a work night doesn't work as well as it used to!  Yesterday's gorgeous weather inspired me to take a quick walk around the neighborhood adjacent to my office, and the trees were showing off:

Here's a great poem by Billy Collins to start our days off on a perfect note (well, a poem and a rather large cup of coffee for me!)

Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.