Spring Clean Up

It is time to clear away the detritus that blew in over winter, start a new compost and turn over what has languished over the frozen time so that it can continue to degrade into new soil. There have been plenty of signs that the winter is over, but this year I was sick for an entire week of the nicer weather that signals the beginning of the growing season. When I took ill, there was nothing to indicate the coming nice weather but a few sprigs of green coming out of the iris beds. The shallow rooted corms had pushed out the start of tiny green leaves and there were a few suspiciously bulging areas of mulch where other early Spring flowers would later emerge. My sickness lasted about ten days and I have not fully recovered, but When I emerged from my house after about a week, there were 6-8 inch tall (15-20 cm) ephemerals greeting me. Daffodils, tulips, hyacinth and a half dozen more foods and flowers are pushing up toward the Sun!

I have heard many calls for cleaning up our political system as well, but that is not something I feel like wasting time on today. I am not completely sure that composting the detritus of government, the unsatisfactory representatives or complicit ones who sit in silence as our nation destroys itself would be a prudent course of action. I worry that if we composted them, nothing would grow from that poisoned dirt for generations.

Instead, I would like to share a song. It appeared this week and is worth a mention. Virtually everyone has hear The Boy From Ipanema, a jazz standard with legs, but Sandy and Richard Riccardi have re-tooled it for our times and the title of their song, which you should be able to find on you tube sung to the tune of the older song, but the updated lyrics go like this: When you see the ... symbol, that is where the audience participation happens and I urge everyone to shout our what you would really like to sat to Tiny Hands, just shout out your favorite messages, everyone will ge tthe picture.

Boy From Mar-A-Lago (sung tot the tune of Boy From Ipanema)
Tall and Orange and Rich and Tubby, The Boy fromn Mar-A-Lago goes walking
and when he passes each one he passes goes...

Spending Millions on Vacation, He Laughs as He Rips Off a Nation
and when he passes each one he passes goes...

Oh, and I Watch Him so Madly, How Can I Tell Him I Loathe Him?
Yes, While He's Dining on Lobster, and Melania stays in NYC,
The bill comes not to him but to me!

How much Money is he Making from Presidential Golf Vacationing
at his own Mar-A-Lago by the sea?

Oh, is he running the country? How can I tell if he's working?
Yes, I Would Vote to Impeach Him, but each Day when I walk to D.C.
I can't find Him He's by the Sea

If He Works No One will Ever Know, "Cuz He's Holed Up at Mar-A-Lago
Laughing at his Own Government Money Tree...
He's living Free...
and charging Me...
down By the Sea...

Now that we have had a bit of diversion, back to the matters at hand!