trysail
Catch Me Who Can
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GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS!
It's not far off, thank god. I can see it and feel it— there are huge patches of violet and yellow snowdrops. There are buds on the forsythia and they'll bust out any day now. The lacrosse wars have commenced. I feel the waxing strength of the sun's rays.
The residuum of the winter's massive snows can still be seen in dwindling piles. How long will it take for of all trace of the record snowfalls to disappear?
It's a grand time of the year; the days will grow longer for the next three months. Daffodils, jonquils, tulips, dogwood, magnolia and cherry blossoms are all in the not-distant future— to be followed by the tulip poplars, the lilacs and the azaleas.
It's still a month and a half 'til the trees and the grass show the unique shade of delicious spring green. The horses will be turned out to pasture and the timber races will follow. Covers will come off the boats; sailboats will be lovingly slipped into the water. Thereafter, the melifluous and comforting lullaby of halyards slapping against masts will provide a pleasing round-the-clock background. Osprey, woodpeckers, dove and hawks join the soothing cacaphony.
Warmth, Junebugs and crepe myrtle are visible in the distant horizon.
Ain't nuffin' wrong.