STEP RIGHT UP, FOLKS! SEE THE SHOW! IT’S THE GREATEST SHOW IN TOWN! IT’S HERE! YES! IT’S FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY HERE! SO STEP RIGHT UP!
Spring has finally sprung in Atlanta, Georgia. And, I must tell you, it is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SPRING I have ever seen. Anywhere.
The season is exploding madly, like the final fireworks display on the Fourth of July. Plants, flowering plants,bushes, flowering bushes, trees, flowering trees, just regular flowers, animals, bugs and flying insects keep popping up and out everywhere you turn. Everything here is covered with the green/yellow, yellow/green dust of new life. A pollen bomb has gone off all over the city. They’ll continue to go off for many more days to come.
I’m sitting outside writing. Before I could set down my computer, I had to scrub off the table with soapy water, then bucket it off with more water to clear off the thick layer of pollen which was obscuring the clear-plastic tabletop.
I’ve been outside now for a couple hours and my computer is currently in need of a dusting. I may even have to go inside, in order to prevent damage to my already-ailing machine. Who know, maybe it’s developed allergies, like so many others do who never suffered allergies prior to coming to Atlanta. (this includes me)
This place is a botanist’s paradise. Spring in Atlanta is a magician’s bouquet: Right before your eyes, on a daily basis, something new pops out, bursts open or springs up to dazzle our senses.
The back yard is teeming with birds. I swear to God, it’s like an avian convention going on here, with every bird: cardinal, woodpecker, bluebird, wren, raven, white-tailed hawk and robin vying for a shot at the podium. Have you ever noticed how, within that avian chorus, there’s always a diva (or divo) that stands out above the rest, commanding us to pay attention to her (or his) solo?
Like the rest of the country, Atlanta has had a really long winter – the longest and, the longest-lingering in my own memory. Was Old Man Winter suffering from dementia this year and turned into that obnoxious guest at your party who doesn’t know that it’s time to leave?
Old Man Winter, wherever you are, rest well, my friend. Most of all, thank you thank you thank you for finally leaving. You have your place and you’re appreciated. It’s just that you stayed too long.
HAPPY SPRING, EVERYBODY.
P.S. I AM going to have to go inside. My computer is a mess.