Snow in April is enough to force anyone’s hand to the bottle. It’s like the classic Godfather scene, “Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in”. There are things to be done here I know, although sometimes getting to the point is like the nausea you feel just before getting up enough chutzpah to plant you tongue in some attractive strangers mouth. It’s been a long time for me, but we all remember that the base hit is the hardest part, and once through the ice rounding the other bases is a matter for Newton’s physics. Maybe sometimes patience is a virtue but more often than not it’s a form of procrastination (I’m stuck at second and that fucker at bat can’t bunt to save his life). Sit tight though and bear with me, the big thaw is coming and spring is almost here. We’ll be planting our tomatoes soon enough.
