Seasons

I lived in north Florida for 35 years, plus or minus. The seasons there were so subtle compared to the Rocky Mountain West. Here each season is distinct, yet protracted. Spring came right on time last week here in northern Utah. The snow in front of the shop melted this morning (almost the same time as last year) with a warm overnight rain. Yesterday the grass was brown. When we woke up this morning, the grass was green. Really. Do you know what I like the most about writing this blog? It's the circles. We just go round and round in circles. Here is a haiku I wrote almost exactly two years ago. I will write it again today so you don't have to leave this page:

Almost overnight
The grass turned a bright green
After the soft rain