I'm sure she's going to start deducting points for lateness if I keep waiting until the weekend is over before doing my weekend assignment, but Karen has the latest one at Outpost Mavarin. Hey, I just realized it's still Sunday night in Arizona where she lives so maybe I'm still in time...
Weekend Assignment #208: Meteorologists define spring in the Northern Hemisphere as beginning March 1st; others define it according to the vernal equinox, the return of warm weather, or the appearance of a groundhog's shadow. What does spring mean to you, and what, if anything, do you intend to do about it?
Once the weather takes a turn for the better and the trees and flowers start doing their budding and blooming thing, spring is here as far as I'm concerned regardless of what the calender actually says. The date that really marks the beginning of spring for me is that all-important day in the first week of April when the umpire screams "Play ball!" and the baseball season begins. Opening Day is always the first day of spring, which is why Thomas Boswell wrote an essay entitled "Why Time Begins on Opening Day," then later put that title on a collection of essays. What do I intend to do about it? Root, root, root for the home team -- the Atlanta Braves...and occasionally the Chattanooga Lookouts.
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Now there's a sentiment I could get behind, if the teams I cared about still existed! Good luck to the Lookouts!
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