The silly poem of:
Spring is sprung, the grass is riz
I wonder where the boidies is
They say the boid is on the wing
But that’s absoid, the wing is on the boid!
came to my mind this very-rainy-in-New-England April 1st. (And the poem must be said in either a Boston or Brooklynese “accent”, of course. )
In my neck of the woods, the grass isn’t quite turning green yet, and the buds on the trees are still trying to figure out how to bud. The birds, however, have been peeping up a storm as they feather their nests, find the worms, and just in general make a lot of squawk.
But at least there’s no more of that white four letter word on the ground. People are grilling (as is evidenced by last month’s thread!). Things are opening up; things are looking up. Let’s keep our eye on the ball (Opening Day at Fenway Park is today if the rain ever stops!) and keep doing the right thing as we move forward into the light from what has been a very long stretch of dark. Stay healthy out there!
So - Spring foods…what’s on your menus?