Spring, Spring, Spring.

It is over! We're going in the right direction! Winter has gone! Spring has sprung. The grass isn't riz. I know where a few boidies iz. The robins are in the yard looking for woims, They're out of luck, the frost isn't out of the soil. Pardon me!
Pickle asks "What's happening, Man", (he's watching too much television!) I the 'guide') tell him it's Spring cleaning, time for refreshing, refurbishing and generally redoing the ancestral home over. "And what's with the drawing on the wall?" Says I, "Just a bit of tomfoolery with a whitewash brush in preparation for papering. It will be covered up for the next tenant to find".