My Dad always used to recite a version of a poem that I often think of this time of year. Spring is sprung, the grass is riz I wonder where the flowers is? They say the bird is on the wing, but I always thought the wing was on the bird? ~Unknown~ Sweet memories of Dad and, of course, FLOWERS!!! I enjoy spring so much! I look forward to cleaning up my yard, seeing my spring flowers grow and bloom, making improvements in the landscape and planting flowers. It’s one of my favorite things! I have fond memories of going with my Mom every year to get our flowers. I…