We had a pretty dry April, so I was actually happy to see the rain this week.  It seems to have come just in the nick of time, accompanied, of course, by copious complaining by folks who may have forgotten that what brings May flowers are April showers.  And that without Mayflowers, there would be no pilgrims.  No pilgrims, this place'd be overrun by Wampanoags.  You'd have casinos on every corner.  Not to mention, no Thanksgiving.  See, these clowns that bitch and moan about spring rain are the same ones who'd pitch a fit if they didn't get their turkey and dressing in November.

I like the rain sometimes, as long as it's within reason.  New England weather seldom is, but these past few days haven't been so bad.  It's been just enough to green things up.  Things look plump and fecund all the sudden...


In the Boston Garden...


...the pink DOGWOOD's in bloom. (how'd I do Tony?)

But the tulips still aren't givin' it up.  They're zipped tight.  Prim.  An orgy of prudes...


...but their time will come...