The grass is greener on this side of the calendar

Winter ended first thing Saturday when a six year old boy awoke and shouted: “the whole front yard is full of grass!”

He’s been singing “the blues” recently, having been hooked by something mournful on the car radio. Inspired, he now croons, “Ohh, baby, I just want to call you on the telephone.” We’ve bought “Whole Lotta Blues,” a compilation CD, and now dress each morning to John Mayall and Eric Clapton jamming “Steppin’ Out.”