sprinkler, roads

* It being a warm spring day with dogs rampling amidst the weak grass, I hooked up the hose and discovered the old sprinkler has survived the winter. Halfway through the snow and cold I spotted something oddly shaped in the yard. It was not until the snow had retreated a bit that I realized=the sprinkler! Thus, I sat an afternoon in the sun watching shiny droplets form on young buds and generally remembering the loveliness of a swishing sprinkler.

* Oh! Mr WS! Have we not all at some time in life trod upon Mr Frost's roads?  Frost's roads were two in a yellow wood but you had several choices Sunday night. You took the road of a coward. And that has made all the difference.