Poor Will’s Almanack for the fifth week of Early Spring.
White cabbage butterflies are the surest sign of the beginning of the end of early spring. And once you notice the familiar white cabbage butterfly, then you know the more elusive mourning cloak butterflies and the question mark butterflies and the tortoise shell butterflies and the tiny blues are flying too.
When you see cabbage butterflies, then you know that gold finches are turning gold, and soon you may soon see ants working on the sidewalk.
Some environmentalists are asking the federal Environmental Protection Agency to do a full audit and investigation of the Ohio Department of Natural Resources, the state agency that grants permits for injection and extraction wells. Brian Rothenberg of Progress Ohio says the state agency is not doing due diligence in regulating those wells in Ohio.
State lawmakers are working to correct a new Ohio law that would allow coaches and referees in youth sports leagues to be criminally prosecuted if they don't follow requirements regarding players' head injuries.
The new law takes effect in late April. It requires coaches, volunteers and officials in youth sports organizations to have players who show concussion-like symptoms sit out games or practices until they're checked and cleared by a doctor or licensed health care provider. Coaches would also need to know more about concussions.
Poor Will’s Almanack for the fourth week of Early Spring.
When lilac and mock orange buds are glowing defiantly against the gray sky, Virginia bluebells always push out from their hillsides. Raspberry and rose bushes are developing fresh leaves. Wild onions are getting lanky. Everything is growing back: Jacob's ladder, ragwort, spring beauties, wood mint, ground ivy, catchweed, moneywort, waterleaf, sweet rockets, leafcup, hemlock, parsnip and garlic mustard. Skunk cabbage is red, fat, and blooming in the swamp flats.
Poor Will’s Almanack for the third week of Early Spring.
On this date many years ago, Buttercup the family bulldog and I were walking along the river into Mint Hollow. It was a rainy and windy afternoon, full of the scent of the thawing ground. I was thinking, while I walked, about spring, and about Lent, and Easter coming, and then about my childhood Irish Catholic fasting and abstinence this time of year.