Slow down, you move to fast

Spring is doing her best to emerge from winter here in New England. The red-winged blackbirds are back battling for food at the feeder. The fields are covered in patches of pale green. And, when I look closely, I can see buds bursting at the ends of tree branches lying against today’s gray sky.

Walking around the house, doing morning chores, I find myself humming the first verse of an old Simon & Garfunkel tune called, The 59th Street Bridge Song. It’s been stuck in my head all week. The lyrics ...