  I just saw my first hummingbird of the year today, hovering about the pomegranate bush in the backyard. It's a sure sign that, here in the land of eternal sunshine, spring has (nearly) arrived. I guess I should start with my spring cleaning soon. Then again, there's not much for me to discard this year anyway. Coz unlike my kinfolk, I am not a pack rat.
Not a physical pack rat, that is. And I wish I could say the same for the rest of my life. But however we wish to discard seemingly worthless chunks of our lives, we can only at best recycle them into something functional or at least something ornamental, if we are so inclined to the task. Life doesn't come with a Big Eraser , so goes the cliché. You cannot repudiate your past; you can only move on. Lenten is come with love to toune, With blosmen and with briddes roune, That all this blisse bringeth.
Spring has come with love among us, With flowers and with the song of birds, That brings all this happiness. " Lenten is come " Sacred and Profane, 8 medieval lyrics for SSATB chorus, Op. 91 by Benjamin Britten urlLink 
