Springtime is here my darlin’
Yes, that time of year has come when we all have to set our clocks an hour ahead and start our day an hour earlier than we’re used to. It must be spring! There’s so much to do now and the sap is rising. We should get an early start. I only wish the time change came at a more convenient time for the average American. Like four PM on Monday afternoon! That way, before the time change, our weekend would be the usual length. Instead of a weekend that’s and hour too short (like this weekend) we get to go home early from a hard day’s work. The only problem with that idea would be the extra hour in the fall. What to do about that? Simple, if fall backward doesn’t happen on a weekend, I propose a Monday holiday like Columbus Day.
When the springtime comes on the mountain
And the wildflowers are scattered o’er the plain
I will watch for the leaves to return to the trees
I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again
The spring will always be my favorite time of year. All the dark cold days are behind us and we have a whole year of longer days and more comfortable weather to look forward to. When I took my dog out for her morning constitutional this morning, she sniffed around our apple tree and I noticed the nice buds on the tips of the branches. We need more rain but everything is green and I went for a nice bike ride today in the warm weather. It’s a good year to be living in California instead of back east.
I say that not to gloat over weather differences we have with our eastern cousins. I’ve spent half my life back east and I love the seasonal changes there. This year is just unusual. And in some ways, I think the springtime season back east is more intense than it is here simply because the winter gets so unbearable after a few months in the northeast, or the southern mountains. When you see the crocuses bloom back there, you know the spring is not far behind and you’re really glad.
Spring is here! Finally! Next weekend, I’ll go to my first Bluegrass festival of the season in Sebastopol. Next month is the spring campout. All of the good stuff is ahead of us for another year!
Oh, I wish I was a lizard in the spring
Yes, I wish I was a lizard in the spring
If I’se a lizard in the spring, I’d hear my darling sing
And I wish I was a lizard in the spring
