When apple blossoms have all fallen, then the first sweet rocket, fleabane, sweet Cicely, daisy, fire pink, common plantain, white clover, chamomile, black medic, star of Bethlehem, lily-of-the-valley, sweet William, meadow goat’s beard, May apple, and wood sorrel are almost always open.
The head of Ohio's addictions agency plans to talk about new data showing state residents still dying from drug overdoses at record rates.
Orman Hall is director of the Ohio Department of Alcohol and Drug Addiction Services. He also will use a news conference Tuesday afternoon to push for addiction treatment and other health care services for all Ohioans.
Data released last week show the number of people who died of accidental overdoses jumped 14 percent in 2011 for a total of over 17 hundred overall deaths.
It looks like Medicaid expansion won’t likely be part of the proposed two year state budget that will come out of the Ohio Senate.
Governor John Kasich, Business leaders and even Democrats want Medicaid expansion in the Ohio Budget. But Republican Ohio Senate President Keith Faber says that’s unlikely.
"You need two chambers to move a bill and the house has indicated they simply don’t have the votes to get Medicaid expansion done in the budget," says Faber. "Therefore I do not believe Medicaid expansion is on the table as it relates to this legislation in the budget."
Poor Will’s Almanack for the Fourth and Final Week Of Middle Spring
When I went fishing in South Carolina with my nephew a few weeks ago, I took home with me. We drove for ten hours southeast into the mountains and then down into sun and milder temperatures.
Spring came on quickly as we approached Charlotte, with redbuds along the road and bright yellow Jessamine in the undergrowth. I found violet wisteria in Columbia. At Santee, not far from the coast, dogwoods and iris and azaleas were in full flower.
This is Bill Felker with Poor Will’s Almanack for the Third Week Of Middle.
Thousands of sandhill cranes are leaving the Platte River area in central Nebraska this month, flying north to their breeding grounds. I went to see them a few weeks ago, arriving at the river in the evening.
The sky was full of great plumes cirrus clouds, the wind steady east, the water spinning around the sandbars beside me. And then the cranes came and came and came, always east to west as if guiding on the red setting sun.