Trail Wood #67 by Earl Plato
This Saturday, April 4th, 2007 in Ridgeway is cold and rainy. Not a nice Spring day. Edwin Teale’s April log reflects the same setting.
“Yesterday the thermometer was up, today it is down. Yesterday the sky was far away, shinng burnished blue, today it sags low, dragging sluggish clouds, heavy and opaque, just above the treetops. Before dawn the April rain begins. Hour after hour it has been soaking the meadows, dimpling the pond, drenching the woods, lifting the level of the brook, widening the waterfall. Now it streams down my raincoat as my rubber-booted feet slosh along the hillside paths that have become running brooklets in the downpour, Sunshine yesterd ay, rain today - so the meadows gain their green. I find myself repeating the words: “Rain, rain, April rain! Rain and green grow the grasse-o!”
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