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Five Good Springs
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Soon after my seventieth birthday, at an annual checkup which was routine but also not, my doctor, a man who could be thought to lack tact, by way of complimenting me on my general state of good health informed me that I could probably be likely expect, all things being equal, ten good years; cautioning me that as I approach eighty my body will likely begin to show increasing signs of wear and tear, advising me to anticipate that by working on balance and strength; for him that meant yoga. Did I mention that I live near Woodstock, New York? I...
First day; second spring.
Late to get started, not that there was a deadline, but here I am. It's that time of year I buy seeds I'll never plant, agonize over whether or not I'll actually do a vegetable garden (I won't), and get on with the spring clean up. Things are starting to show, grass is greening, so there's not a lot of time to get everything done but I guess there can be time enough. Last year I was too focused on work to get myself outside in proper time. This year I won't make the same mistake. Now is that blessed time when it's warm to enough to enjoy the...