The Mad One realizes he hasn’t had much to say lately. It’s a sign of the season. An impact of some bad mojo. And with a bit of family illness and personal adversity thrown in to further muddy the waters.
In short, it is easier to think of it as my season of hibernation.
Last week, however, Fremoahu topped 70 degrees, and I awoke with a start. A quick check of the calendar told me there should be a foot of snow on the ground right about now.
Instead, birds were chirping. The local lake was ice-free. Tulips were threatening to push through the brown, crusty earth.
Was it spring? Should I haul the Adirondack chairs down to the fire pit and smoke a cigar?
Probably not, but at least it’s encouraging to think the end of this most-hated season is in sight.