‘Tomorrow is spring? Tomorrow is spring’ he answers his own question. ‘Yes’ I nod. ‘End of the road, in theory’. All because the beaver didn’t see his tail’. Silence. ‘Or the chipmunk’. I add ‘The groundhog didn’t see his shadow’. He nods. ‘Yes. We lucked out this year’. ‘Luck o’ the Irish’. We enter the … Continue reading March 17, 2026