Monday, April 02, 2007

A Pastoral Ode in 3/4 Time

The traditional sign is the sighting of the first robin. For the religious, it's Easter or Passover. Up north, it's ice-out. There are those who wait for May Day, and those who become ecstatic when they see the earliest snow-shrouded crocus shaft of the year.

Yes, the change of seasons is an intensely personal matter. For me, nature's annual rebirth began promptly at 4:47 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time, April 2. That's when Dustin Pedroia singled sharply to left, and for reasons known only to himself, thought he'd hit a double. He was out by several yards and several seconds.

Nothing says spring like the first Red Sox runner of the season gunned down on the basepaths. Some New England traditions are immutable.


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