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It’s spring. Everything is blooming and splashing color in celebration. Leave your computers, and go outside to drink in the beauty.
A. E. Housman’s poem says it better than I:
Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride,
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
to see the cherry hung with snow.
The Usual Reminders
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