Palookaville Friday Morning

 ¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
 ¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 ¹²The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
 ¹³The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

 --Song of Songs, 2:10

That's the trouble with Berkeley or Palo Alto--you never get to appreciate the coming of good weather.

To be interested in the changing seasons is, in this middling zone, a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

--Santayana