Throw them to the lions!

All of a sudden the New York Times's pet conservatives, you know, the guys they keep in cages on the Op-Ed page so we liberals can throw metaphorical produce at them and poke them through the bars with rhetorical sticks, are renouncing the war in Iraq. I think they are still clinging to the invasion as a righteous act, but everything after that first landing of US troops, they're out of the blue all shocked and appalled at the incompetence. Why do they think we have been calling those bozos bozos all this time? It isn't because we all just pathologically hate Bush Republicans, we justifiably hate them because they are stupid and vicious. Now do you get it?

Back to the harbingers of spring California style, as in how do you know it is spring when the flowers are always blooming? Well here are some clues: the gardens are alive with the electric lemon-yellow of oxalis. Flowering fruit trees are dumping out pollen at outstanding rates and levels. Bluebells are out, along with the freesias. Neighbourhood tulips, hyacinths, and daffodils are on display and the whole town looks like an Easter egg. New birds appear in the still-bare tree branches, birds we haven't seen since last year. My favourites are the jays who show up in spring and fall and race around my yard yelling at everyone they see.

Comments

[squid]

Heh. My yard is about three weeks behind yours due to our shady canyon location. Though we do have one optimistic freesia in the sunnier, experiment area of the garden.

[Ms. Jane]

My daffodils are on their way out already, but my twolips (becase I only have two tulips, y'see) are about to open.