Rush to renew

The green has arrived, every shade an assault to eyes grown lazy from the fading browns of leftover winter. Early blooms bring a silly grin for the shock of color and the enjoyment of brisk days and nights.

The dutifull are busy trimming and plucking, convincing mowers to come out of hibernation with a cough and a choke whilst others say - it is only May.

Fickle weather prevents making do with any one wardrobe choice. A quick glace at any crowd shows that confusion abounds from the overdressed to too much free flesh.

My ichy green thumb is finding it hard not to jump the gun. Birds are rediscovering voices much bigger than thier size should allow and much earlier than I'd like to be awake.

Soon rivers will run clear and shade will be sought, growth will slow from the frenzy of Spring. You'll find me rafting every trickle big enough to toss a boat in.

Here's to sitting on a boat with a drink on the rocks, not sitting in the drink with a boat on the rocks.