Longer days. Shorter attention spans. Spring!
Yep, it sprang ’way early. Here, some bulleted bits from my rabbit-y, hopping mind:
n Sure, Mother Nature leaps at us (read on). But another trusty sign-of-Spring: Roanoke College students popping up to sun themselves on the ol’ house-roof at the corner of Clay and Market Streets.
Nearby, other collegiate merrymakers enjoy hearty rounds of volleyball. And shorts and bathing suits abound!
n Matching the shedding-of-clothes, ’tis the season for the shedding-of-the-cat-fur. (It’s also Spring Hairball Season, but I’m trying to be genteel.) Other felines are into serious stalking of wee wildlife, but mine seems content to stay inside and shed. Bless her happy little heart.
n Does the spring shift to Daylight Savings Time cloud your sunny disposition? Oh, I’m only cranky for a couple of weeks — though it does amuse me to adjust the garden sundial. Why can’t we just stay on DST? (OK, that might be at the bottom of my political wish-list — but it IS on there.)
n Folks have buzzed about the early blooms – and bugs and lush weeds; some varieties seem new-to-us. Gathering photos for this planned topic awhile back, I was delighted to receive one of a perky little yellow wildflower from Ellen Holtman’s volunteer tree-planting gig (March 23rd column).
Ellen added that she didn’t recall seeing the riverbank plant in Salem before this year, but it’s “pretty common now.”
Days later, what flower would grace page one of a local newspaper? Bingo! A marsh marigold. What, did the marsh marigolds hold a press conference beside the Roanoke River? I chuckled, being a fan of Coincidence / Synchronicity. (Still my fave incident: As I pulled into Charlie Phillips’ law office, the radio started playing Warren Zevon’s “Send Lawyers, Guns and Money.” Really.)
The flower-in-question sent my mind romping back to Andrew Lewis High School, and biology teacher Dorothy O’Dell’s springtime assignment: Collect and properly label (Latin was involved) fifty wildflowers.
Gee, that sounded like fun…. Until “suddenly” the danged thing was due! Man, what a panic to find flowers! In the darkening woods! A lesson — though I still goof up (and off): Do things now! Speaking of Latin, you know the ol’ line: “Carpe diem!”
Yeah, seize the day, gather ye rosebuds and smell the flowers.