THE AUDUBON BULL Ea 
THOUGHTS ON SPR 
by TERRENCE INGRA 
Spring—that wondrous season of the year—is filled wi 
new sights, sounds, and smells. It holds the miracle of n¢ 
life, new hope for the future, new genetic ventures on o 
evolutionary road of continuous life. Because of the stimu! 
tion to the senses, it makes every other season appear dra 
The stirring in the air of birds, of insects, and plant sme 
are so intense that it draws you forth into nature to wonc 
and enjoy. 
Spring: what does it really mean to you? Does it me. 
spring housecleaning, raking the yard, digging the garde: 
Could it mean the gentle tug on the hand as the shift in t 
breeze raises the kite ever higher? Or does it mean the f 
of that soft tree root against the shoulder blades while yo 
toes get refreshed waiting for that big trout to steal yo 
worm again this year. To some people all spring means 
work, rain and mud. These people have never learned 
enjoy life the way our Good Lord planned it. 
To me spring is more wondrous than any other seaso 
It is a good new beginning, a new birth, a fresh start. T 
dirt and past have been washed away with the April show« 
—leaving the clean grass, fresh flowers, and a new world 
smell, sense, and enjoy. 
