And so it’s March. Maybe not yet close enough to any serious semblance of the equinox to recite the words of the immortal poem:
Springs has sprung
The grass has riz
I wonder where the birdy is?
They say the bird is on the wing
The wing is on the bird.
But the Kelly Miller Circus is open in Texas in the Valley, and Carson & Barnes, and Culpepper & Merriweather prepare to decamp Hugo, OK. Looking out the window there’s still a pile of snow five feet tall behind my motorhome, and eighteen inches of the once-white-stuff in the yard. There’s ice in the driveway. With the melt however, crocus will come.
Thusly, it’s time to think about another circus season, and to pack the bags, and to fire up the blog. It might be another couple weeks before the miles, the weather, the lots, and the jumps become a part of the daily conversation, but soon enough we follow the arrows.