You made my eyes twinkle, Gerard. The last line of the poem is in jest of anticipating an amber alert:
it's
spring
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In Re: "Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."- McCarthy
Perhaps wisdom is knowing how to be so ambitious and dilligent that everything you do looks effortless - and you can look to be (and can be) - lazy.
Posted by Mikey NTH at January 16, 2011 5:38 PMSpring? Not even if the rodent is blind. We got a month and a half before we talk of spring.
Posted by Fat Man at January 16, 2011 6:47 PMUntil I went to sea, I had no idea that the first hint of land would be smell, not sight.
That's what you describe. We're at sea, but we're coming home.
Posted by shoreacres at January 16, 2011 8:59 PMAh, shoreacres, your post reminded me of the opening chapter in James Michener's Iberia, where he is at sea and is carried aboard a Valencian boat with barrels of oranges in briny seawater, and the first scent from Spain to greet him is orange blossoms.
Posted by Jewel at January 16, 2011 9:48 PMMudluscious...the word always makes me think of Sr. Mary Catherine...12th grade English.
Waiting for that smell...that lace of green appearing in the trees.
Posted by M*A at January 16, 2011 10:34 PMJewel - Oranges, sea brine, blossoms and boats. Now, that's perfect!
Posted by shoreacres at January 17, 2011 5:42 AMI don't know, Gerard. I saw that first hint yesterday, even the child - for whom everything is still Spring - mentioned that "it's sun time." I just sort of grunted "Sure. Sun. See you in June."
I should stop being such a sourpuss.
Posted by Andy at January 17, 2011 7:59 AMNot too early at all: today, in SW PA, I noticed a few birds singing, just for the heck of it, for the first time this season. :)
Posted by ELC at January 19, 2011 7:09 PMWhat a wonder-full thing to wake up to. I wish I had read it first this morning.
Posted by DeAnn at February 25, 2012 5:49 AMThe earth does not get closer to the sun in Northern Hemisphere summer. It actually gets a little further away.
The seasons are caused by the direction of the tilt, which does not change. One one side of the sun the north pole points away from the sun, so the Northern Hemisphere gets less sun (winter). On the other side of the sun(half a year later) the opposite happens.
The north pole points to the North Star (Polaris) all year around, proving the axis of the earth does not change.
Gerard, what do you do for money these days? Serious question.
Posted by blonss at February 25, 2012 4:58 PMMud-luscious, good descriptive for this post, and in the old English February was that month, but it was called "Solmonath," mud month.
Posted by John Venlet at February 17, 2017 12:11 PMHere in the Colorado Rockies we love to hate the spring breakup. The clean white snow dissolves into nearly bottomless brown mud. I am always reminded that it wasn't the Russian winters that stopped the Wehrmacht, it was the Russian spring.
Posted by Pistol at February 17, 2017 12:26 PMJust-spring . . . means Spring Training and the return of the boys of summer. Maybe the mud of a February thaw even in New England is a kind of Spring Training for the soul.
Posted by PA Cat at February 17, 2017 3:14 PMWe have 4" high lillies in the front yard. Yay!
Posted by ghostsniper at February 18, 2017 4:30 AM