The silly season

Purple crocuses with closed bloomAh Spring, when a young man’s thoughts turn to love. Actually that was last year when the thoughts poked out like brilliant crocus blooms, the baby was born in January and now you’re looking for a house for the growing family. Who wants to trek out in winter’s cold, but it’s different when the temperatures warm ever so slightly.  The same insane desire to run out and pull weeds in the garden (I know, what sort of madness is that?) means even the most recalcitrant begin peeking at BlueGill (hat tip to Kris Berg) on their phone during lunch. Continue reading “The silly season”