“There are only two seasons- winter and baseball.” Bill Veeck
Like the first blooms of spring, it is a symbol of hope and renewal. One feels an enthusiasm and an optimism again. The slate skies of winter are clearing and in the lengthening days there is a hint of the warmth to comethe gard. It’s Opening Day!
This evening I will grab my radio and head out to the deck to look at the garden and listen to the game.
“See you next winter” my wife will say.