Change of season, and of emotion
A beautiful weekend! It seems to be going not from winter to spring but straight to summer. I’ve finally taken the snow shovel off my front porch. My next-door neighbors are un-tarping the boat that winters in their backyard. The golf course on the way to the dump is full of players. Folks are eating al fresco at the Starving Artist Cafe in Lee. The daffodils and forsythia are blazing.
I love the yearly harbingers of the change of season -- but tarped boats in dear neighbors’ backyards? That forever will strike a different emotion.
NANCY F. NIRENBERG
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