This month has gone by with indecent haste, has it not? Mere moments ago we were still “in sore doubt concerning Spring,” and five minutes from now it will be Memorial Day and we’ll be sneezing on one end of the country and on the other, limp with humidity. How is it that sometimes, summer seems to last forever but Spring is a mere two minutes long?
with graceless speed bolt – ripen —
careen, and then: green