The sun is shining. The birds are crazy with bird lust. The trees are budding with all their treeish might. I found a shiny dime. And an actual agent has actually asked to see actual sample chapters for my kids' stuff (Otter, Plain Kate, and Sir Gawaine).
Oooo!
I expect shortly to go into ferret shock.
Don't forget the nonscence poems; they're as good as or better than Denis Lee's stuff!
poing! poing! poing!
... but she didn't ask to see those.