You can have your crocuses and your daffodils. Melting snow, sure, that's nice. I can hear birds singing outside as I type this. All well and good. But for me the very best sign of spring is when the skating rink at Irish Fest's Crown Center home closes and begins the transition to our Terrace Stage. I walked through after work yesterday.
The plexiglass fences are down. What was a sheet of ice just days ago is now a very shallow pond, which yesterday was being pushed toward the drain by a guy wielding a big squeegee. The stage itself will be build within the next couple weeks. And we can start to imagine the fun we're going to have there.
163 days.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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What gestates in 163 days, Dan?
Glad you asked, Martha. It's the far end of the goat spectrum. Or mid-monkey.
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