Spring is time for flinging mulch, flocking robins and losing sleep
“Sitting around doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself.”— Zen proverb Spring is nearly upon us, and things are getting frisky in the yard. One morning my spouse the Binmeister came in from retrieving the Times-Union from the driveway and announced “the birds are making a racket, and I can hear things growing.” He was elated. March is National Umbrella Month, so named because it brings gusty winds, rain and cold nights. Flocks of robins fly in — they were early this year — leaves emerge and pollen coats cars. Instead of March Madness, at the Rooney Bin we ...