A true tell-tale of spring
Going right past the traditional tell-tales of spring (certain birds, pussy willows, cattails) and pointing out the important signals; one of the Island golf courses opened today. I can’t imagine that the greens are green, or that the fairways are fair, but for those with the addiction to flogging this is a true sign that winter is over. Sure, we might get the odd flurry, or ice on the windshield. Doesn’t matter.
Actually, the weather station recorded a temperature at just a nudge below 20C around suppertime, so I can confirm that my winter boots are going into storage. I also checked the “non-winter” tires; get that swap done the next windless evening.
Tonight, we held back-to-back meetings for our community group, what with the AGM scheduled months in advance, followed by a loaded agenda of things that have to get done. Sometime in the next few days, I’ll be sending our book (it is our book, for all intents and purposes) off to the printer. Heady stuff, after a year of incubation. Once the presses roll, we’ll have to wait for the 2nd edition to clear up any insults.
I’m looking forward to putting a copy on the home book shelf. I may “know” the better part of the content, but it will serve to amaze friends and relatives alike (my name is in there, somewhere). Perhaps a dog-ear on the appropriate page corner. Hate to look like I’d memorize the where. Better to let those interested think that another avid reader had marked an interesting spot for reference.
