In tenth grade we were required to memorize and recite in front of the class the old English text of Chaucer’s prologue to Canterbury Tales.  While I can’t remember much more than this, the idea of spring, the vernal season awakening desires of renewal in every way and the sense of gratitude sometimes exhibited in penance as the 14th century pilgrims setting for from London’s Tabard Inn chose, this season is one of hope. Welcome to the spring edition of the site including a pilgrimage to cactus league baseball in “scribbles” and the on-going joy of new books to read.   Please enjoy.

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sotte

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licour,

Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

 translated by J.U. Nicolson – 1931

When April with his showers sweet with fruit

The drought of March has pierced unto the root

And bathed each vein with liquor that has power

to generate therein and sire the flower;