About ten days ago a warm spell arrived in the Syracuse region, which melted off most of the winter snow and made some of the grass turn green. Along with the arrival of spring came the flocks of seagulls. (And now, by virtue of merely typing those three words, "I Ran (So Far Away)" is going through my head. Ah, the hell of having come of age in the 1980s....)
But then we got a last-gasp blast of wintry weather, with a few inches of snow the other day; this resulted in the comical sight of seven or eight seagulls sitting hunched atop every streetlight in the area. (Comical for me, that is. I'm sure the gulls themselves saw none of the humor in it; they're probably thinking, "What the hell?!")
Well, it's still cooler than the warm spell, but the snow has again melted and the gulls are picking at that muddy stuff that exists in between the "permafrost" ground of winter and the green, green grass of summer. And they're occasionally scurrying to avoid the rabid golfers who insist on playing in weather that puts them in mind of a quick tour of the links but which puts me in mind of "The Hound of the Baskervilles".
If Spring is your favorite season, then don't move to Upstate New York. Spring here always sucks.
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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