Monday Evening


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It’s warm and it’s raining.  Just like a Spring from my youth in southern Iowa.  It’s a nice light rain that I love to walk in.  No hat.  No jacket.  No umbrella.  Just me alone in my thoughts and not a care in the world that my hair is getting wet.  Everything smells fresh once again.  The air is perfumed with the fragrance from the crab apple blossoms.  The grass is green and filling in nicely.  Little by little more and more of last winter is washed away into nothing more than memories.

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Monday Lunch


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I did battle with the dragon last week.  It chewed me up and spit me out.  I made several rookie mistakes like a damn fool and forgot whom I was dealing with.  It won’t happen again.  I will have to do an Act of Contrition.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch …

The big crab apple tree is in bloom and it’s sweet perfume is coming out.  It’s wonderful to stand there and drink it all in.  How come Spring only happens once a year?  How come this lasts for only a short time?  Life is too short.