Sprung

Spring, that is. Has. The calender is wrong, the daffodils are right. By the time March 21st rolls around, most of the pink flowering cherries may be over already. The fish-n-chips lines are getting long at Ivar's at Coulon park on the lake, where the only orange gates are the legs of mallards. Like all things, there's a price to be paid for all this wonder. They're already fighting brush fires in Eastern Washington. In February. But today, I'm finding it hard to mind.