[“There is no bottom,” said a wise Silverback, referring to the current political scene. There is, however, for this particular great ape, who found the ground still frozen and not a daffodil in sight as he set off to supposedly plant peas. Oh well, “the cruelest month” ends today, and tomorrow will bring May’s flowers. This is a repeat from three years ago. Some things never change. Silverback SM]
[Occasionally, I think it’s important to humanize myself (not easy for a gorilla!) by making a fool of myself. And what more appropriate day to do it than on this, the final day of the month of fools. Vermont is digging out from a spring snow, while I am South of the Border whining about pollen from the magnificent, blossoming Jacaranda tree. This will knock me back a notch or two. SB SM]
English majors around the planet are sometimes required to memorize the first eighteen lines of Geoffrey Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Little did I think that over 50 years later I would still be reciting them.
Occasionally, you just let the images to speak for themselves: