Spring is a blend of breezes   ,  the fizzle of  ruff rains and clammy drizzle.  I embrace wads of it,s stormy to glaringly  strongly shining  Sunny.  It is an unchossen friend of mine, one I am  made happy by loving from it and loving it back. I can count on it  to ease me if I am cranky.  Plus  Spring    won,t nag me if I am way too wank- y!        Yesterday  was the 123 rd.  day of this year.  Yesterday I thought the day was Spring,s  day of it,s crossing the line into it,s actualization in the  metropolitan  area of North America.   From the vibes that I  got by experiencing the temperature  of the air , the birds songs  … and…  all these bumblebee flights.  Loopiest  in the land right?