Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune is your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.
I’ve had this song running through my brain for days lately when I’ve driven down my street. You see, I live on the sunny side of the street. I often work on my laptop in the living room, and last week I heard the sound of my neighbor breaking up the ice on his driveway while ours was bone dry. That’s what you get for having a south-facing house in sunny Colorado.
My front lawn is on the right in the photo. The sunny side.
Of course there’s a downside. One year during the holidays I thought a live wreath would be lovely on the door. After about three days it was a pile of pine needles on my front porch.
Happy winter to you!