Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun

Spring weather has been a fickle tease this year in Jackson Hole, but between snow flurries, we cherish our moments to bathe in the warmth!

"Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Please shine down on me.
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Hiding behind a tree
These little children are asking you
To please come out so we can play with you.
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Please shine down on,
please shine down on,
Please shine down on me."

"What's that bright thing in the sky?"

Hanging with my little sunshine!