"Warm face, warm hands warm feet.
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely?" My Fir Lady, Julie Andrews (Frederick Loewe, music; Alan Jay Lerner, lyrics) 1956.
Walking out of King Soopers wearing shorts, sandals, a polo shirt and.... Digging it. After a long hard winter my face actually feels warm. It moved me to sing "Wouldn't it Be Lovely?" until I could boot up Rhapsody. I'm not sure what key, nor if somewhere Julie Andrews gave an involuntary shudder. All I know is spring has peeked around the corner. Dude, it's about freakin' time!