Spring Sprung?

Well. It looks like Spring does exist after all. Amazing . . . # One Nine Five Seven here, with not much to report.

Other than the seasonal changes.

Yes, It was warm enough to enter the outside world sans scarf, coat, gloves, thermal underwear. And, so I did just that:

Greenery has reared its verdant head.

To some degree, that is:

Or no degree:

Sparse--

Or flowery and full--

And abundant:

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Do not let the season fool you, as I promise not to let it fool me.

There is still the air of oppression. The odor of repression and control. There is still, among the green grass and flowering flowers, the chance for snow:

Beware of all things on Soybean Island.

Until next time, if there is a next time:

Goodbye from Soybean Island,

   #1957