Dear George,
Spring used to be a lot more reliable in Cincinnati.
The season regularly arrived in the second week of March, just in time for
spring break at the university. My tennis partner Irv and I headed out
for the courts nearly every day. Sunshine, warm weather, gentle
breezes. Life was good.
That was then, this is now. Our second week in March
was a dreary affair. Temperatures remained stuck in the thirties.
Cold rain most days, snow the rest of the time. Sweatshirts, winter
coats, and gloves. It’s as
though Spring has been protesting the miserable state of the world with its own
vengeful boycott. I’ve been going out and looking at our yard every
morning, always hopeful.
Still lots of dead grass and brown leaves. Maybe a sprinkle of
green here and there, and a couple of lonely blue flowerlets. However,
this weekend we may have turned the corner. I went out yesterday and took
some photos in our yard and our nextdoor neighbors. Lots of dead stuff,
but actually some touches of spring in full bloom. Here is how it’s
looking (from more wintry to more springy).
Love,
Dave
P.S. Happy Easter and April
Fool’s Day. (Such an unusual combination).
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