As a green lass, I also read A.E. Housman's The Loveliest of Trees.
It's got the virtue of being short to balance against its general gloom and the inherent math problem of "threescore and ten."
For those of us who don't calculate in base score, "threescore and ten" means 70, the average span of human life.
His point is that 50 springs is not enough, no matter how you slice it. Preach it, brother.
I've over-ordered spring plantings, I've pack-ratted a mound of supplies, and as soon as I manage my second vaccination shot, we are heading to the Would-Be Farm.
Because it's April. Already!
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