Within a couple of days we've gone from looking for Spring to tripping over it when you walk out the front door.
(Spring versus spring, upper case "S" or lower case "s," when referring to the season of the year? It's things like that make me nuts, always have. It's one of seven dozen reasons I could never write that novel which hides somewhere within me; I'd forever get bogged down on spelling, punctuation, etc.)
I have a major adventure planned for this weekend. I live life large as can be, to the fullest. My cavalier, damned near swashbuckling plans for the weekend are focused on finding Spring around the property.
And I know where to look. That heavy gardening background of mine comes in handy from time to time and I know where to look.
I will.
Should the signs be present, I'll photograph and report back. If not, I'll write some more about the bishop. No shortage of material there.
Oh, are you Twittering yet? I swore not to do it, seeing no real use for it. I caved. I now Twitter. Look me up, I'm SPCA_Sween.
About Me
- Vince Sweeney
- I often refer to myself as a "recovering broadcaster." I mean no disrespect to those recovering from other addictions, although broadcasting likely qualifies as just that, an addiction. Its dangers are known to many, especially those who have felt the sting and carry the lacerations of being kicked to the curb for not only doing your job, but oftentimes for excelling at it. Life's fortunes have afforded me a rare chance to have a completely different and new second career in the field of animal sheltering. I am neither an animal-crazy nor humane-iac, but I am committed to the idea that companion animals deserve to be treated with respect and decency. My interests are varied, perhaps eclectic, which you will see reflected in my blog posts. I don't invite replies, sorry. My blog, my decision. Too many bloggers waste all their time beating back idiots who attack them from behind the curtain of anonymity. I have no interest in that. For those who read me regularly, thank you. I really made only one resolution for 2009, and that was to try and write more often, if only to not squander what minimal talent for the written word I possess.
