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| YOUNG WILLOW TWIGS |
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| ...AND FLOWERS |
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| GUESS WHO? |
Monday, 8:00 AM. 45 degrees F, wind WSW, very strong, causing the long limbs of the white pines to wave about, like the arms of a symphony conductor. The sky is partly cloudy and the barometer is on the rise, predicting the same.
Andy, Judy and Christ Church friend Fred came to Easter dinner, and we all had a very good time, since we did not talk politics. As a matter of fact, it would be good for all of us if we took one day a week to ignore politics and politicians. The Church has a vow of poverty, a vow of celibacy, a vow of chastity…perhaps there should BEa vow of nonpolity. I hereby take said vow, to be exercised on Sundays, from this time forward. If others choose to engage in political discourse on Sundays, I will suffer in silence. But I’ll give ‘em hell on Monday.
Willows are particularly colorful now, the young black willows have bright yellow twigs, and all the willows are in flower, the “pussies” of each species a little different but all quite pretty.
The bear was grunting and snuffling around through the backyards when I took Lucky out for his walk before bedtime, and his calling cards were evident this morning. This one is big, probably the same boar that hung around last year. There is also a sow with two cubs getting into things around town, and she could be a danger if one got between her and the little ones. The town bears are mostly little more than comic relief, but I would hate to see a child attacked. Dogs can usually get out of the way, but not always.
The real frustration for most folks is that there is little one can do about the bears. The government(s) doesn’t give a damn about bear problems, and if you shoot one they will lock you up and throw away the key. It takes about eight years to get a bear license; evidently the state thinks we don’t have enough of them. If we could ever trap one we could send it to Madison to hang out in the Governor’s back yard.
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