Bragging Rites of Spring
Spring is erupting as we speak, the crocuses raging, the bulbs bursting from the chilly earth, the opportunistic weeds doing everything they can to beat the rush hour. This glorious moment inspires the usual thought: That our yard will rule this year. That we will vanquish the neighbors so thoroughly they'll never dare even walk by the house again. They'll be too ashamed. They'll be too awed by the grandeur of my lawn, my flower beds, my choice of vegetation, the size of my tulips, etc.
The ferocity of my forsythia.
The zeal of my azaleas.
My irises will thrive like viruses! You get the drift. My yard will be so beauteous as to inspire, in the observer, self-hatred.
I've said it many times: Spring is a competition.
I'm in it, and I'm in it to win!
Speaking of competing: There's a Pi Day competition at Yoki's Kitchen -- check it out.
As for basketball competition, here's boodler bc on his Lenten vows as they apply to March Madness.
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