Spring

Small green leaves are poking out of previously bare branches. The magnolia, tulips and forsythia are blooming.  The ostrich fern is desperately trying to beat the likes of fiddlehead hunters like us, the asparagus is poking up, the onions are in the ground, the peas are coming up too.  Oh, and the motorcycle is out of storage.  Spring is here!

Since the shake up of the forces at work, patterns have re-asserted themselves.  I am pretty much doing what I was doing before, only now I'm being paid to do it.  The difference is that since my boss, in the infinite wisdom of the manager, decided that to make a public announcement would be embarrassing to my re-assigned (read: demoted) co-worker.  Instead, she's been quietly telling people as she happens to remember.  "Congratulations!" a co-worker will whisper to me, a month after the fact.  So far, I've managed to thank them and not make the blunder of asking, "For what?"

In the real world there's pig viruses gone rampant to worry about, the Republican Party's attempt to put lipstick on said sick pig, Souter's imminentt retirement to the backwater of NH, and ongoing background noise, chattering about some sort of recession.  This time of year, when things seems so full of potential, these things just don't get my cynical ire up.  It's all dandelions and black flies here at the LARC household. 

tags: seasons changing