Spring is Here

In the words of the Gawain poet:

then the weather in the world makes war on the winter,
cold creeps into the earth, clouds are uplifted,
shining rain is shed in showers that all warm
fall on the fair turf, flowers there open,
of grounds and of groves green is the raiment,
birds are busy a-building and bravely are singing
for sweetness of the soft summer that will soon be on
               the way;
          and blossoms burgeon and blow
          in hedgerows bright and gay;
          then glorious musics go
          through the woods in proud array.

All this points to one thing for this out-of-shape fellow. The time has arrived to begin running again. Wish me luck!