Someone much smarter than I said that those who don't learn something from history are likely to repeat it.

Today's the anniversary of the historic Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in New York City.

what? snowbound by tomorrow morning?? *#&%{+, etc....

i just don't know if i can heave another shovelful.

i can no longer see any beauty in it.

i saw my first robin today and heard a red-winged blackbird.

my ears yearn for a nice thunderstorm.

so will pout and listen to "appalachian spring" in protest.

march-- the month of snirt and snain

Brother Larry used to refer to the sick stuff pictured above as "snirt".

snow + dirt = snirt

He lives in Florida. Go figure.

I refer to today's weather as a day of intermittent "snain".

snow + rain = snain

Happy first day of Spring.

sugar time

my favorite march sight. the earth is waking up. and so am i.



Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in March outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
"O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke."

I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs,

and in the rare Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.

The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.

The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.

And that was what the boughs were full of soon.
---Robert Frost
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