– Charles Dickens
Spring is arrived. I don’t have to check the calendar because the best indictor is blooming all around – Eastern redbud.
You can see it all around with its distinctive pink-purple color in the stands of still-gray woods along the road.
And if you want to impress your friends, call it by its formal name – Cercis canadensis. Although it is called an Eastern redbud, it is native to 31 states and parts of Canada.
Tree experts say you would be hard-pressed to find a more versatile tree for your yard.
For years, I have tried to figure out why it pops up in the woods all around my backyard ... but never seems to want to grow there.
Come to think of it, the dogwoods do the same thing.
BRACKET RACKET: Many people have great fun filling out their NCAA basketball playoff bracket. I am no exception. But, I am also not very good at it.
That’s why several years ago, when asked to compete against several local sports writers and broadcasters, I sought expert help. I called my mother, who, among her many developed talents over eight decades, has become an astute TV observer of college basketball. She did better than almost everyone.
I tried to get her to do it again this year, but she politely declined, so ... I think the April 7 championship will come down to Michigan and Michigan State, and the latter will win.
CURRENT EVENT: Here’s something to do Saturday– The C&C Automotive Car Care Day will take place from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at the corner of Telfair and 10th streets. In between the GASCAR Antique Car Show and the Shepeard bloodmobile there will also be games and prizes and free food and drinks.
TODAY’S JOKE: Two wealthy matrons decided to do their part in helping build a house for charity.
They dressed appropriately and were assigned to nail the siding to the back of the structure. They enthusiastically began their tasks and the supervisor left to check another crew.
That was when one of the women noticed the other kept reaching into her nail pouch, examining each nail, then discarding several of them, before hammering one.
“Why are you throwing those nails away?” the other woman asked.
“Well,” the first one explained, “when I pull a nail out of my pouch I’ve noticed about half of them have the head on the wrong end so I get rid of them.”
The second woman laughed and began to shake her head.
“Don’t be silly,” she said, “Those nails aren’t defective! They’re for the other side of the house!”