Friday was grey and damp, but it did not dampen the spirit of Mama Kay, her friends, Jan and Lydia, and I as we took a drive past the daffodil field in neighboring Oakwood. We stopped for a soggy pass through Smith Gardens, and made an attempt to eat at the newly opened Blueberry Café, now in the former Golden Nugget location at Dorothy Lane and South Dixie Boulevard. It was packed so we moved on to Culp’s Café at Carillon Historical Park.

Back at home by 1:30 PM, I took advantage of a two-hour nap before feeding the dogs and heading down to Schuster Center. Tonight, after keeping busy until 2 PM, I will an hour at home before my return to Schuster Center to sign-in the volunteer-ushers for the Broadway tour, HADESTOWN. I am eager to see a much beloved former student who will be in town with her family for this evening’s performance.

March

by William Cullen Bryant

The stormy March is come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies,
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valley flies.

Ah, passing few are they who speak,
Wild stormy month! in praise of thee;
Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak,
Thou art a welcome month to me.

For thou, to northern lands, again
The glad and glorious sun dost bring,
And thou hast joined the gentle train
And wear’st the gentle name of Spring.

And, in thy reign of blast and storm,
Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day,
When the changed winds are soft and warm,
And heaven puts on the blue of May.

Then sing aloud the gushing rills
And the full springs, from frost set free,
That, brightly leaping down the hills,
Are just set out to meet the sea.

The year’s departing beauty hides
Of wintry storms the sullen threat;
But in thy sternest frown abides
A look of kindly promise yet.

Make it a great day!

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