slouching toward spring

Happy St. Patrick’s day, all, even though that’s about the only green on the farm. We are half a month into meteorological spring and three days away from the vernal equinox. Hopefully, winter bowed out Sunday with 75 mm (@ 3″) of snow, then 75 more of rain. It is a balmy 12 C. (54 F.) here midday. Images of outdoor projects dance in my head.

There’s even a whiff of hope in the air, as Trump might be learning that you can’t piss off all the people all the time. His pouting over other nations not wanting to join his international fiasco is a marvel to behold. His daily dissolution is painful to watch, and I honestly wonder if or when some Adults in the Room will intervene. His base is fine with the war so far, but might reconsider the next time they buy gas.