Spring is an exciting time. Many things are happening, or are about to happen. Of course it can also be a little too exciting in this part of the country, as the often colliding forces of nature have produced frightening thunderstorms, baseball-sized hailstones, wind storms, and tornadoes. This year has been no different only earlier. Aah, spring when a young man's fancy...
"In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." Spring
is the season for love and this line is from the poem, “Locksley Hall,” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
. I wish I were in love again this spring, but then I say that every spring. I suppose that spring, at least for me, brings back renewed longings. Renewed feelings. Thoughts of...oh my god! April 15th, tax day, is just a few days away.
I always do my taxes early. (The afternoon of April 15th at the latest.) But to be honest, I think I like the deadline. I used to enjoy seeing all my "last-minute" friends in line at the post office on the 15th, as we made sure that our paper work, even if it was just an extension, was postmarked on that infamous date. (We didn't want Uncle Sam to get our money any sooner than necessary either.) Now that so many do their taxes online, the "holiday" seems to have lost its festive quality. No matter. Traditions must be upheld. I still have seventeen days left. Plenty of time! Aah spring! I may find love yet, or at least brush up on my poetry. Oh yeah, and find my rain coat while I check out the threatening afternoon skies.