The snows have fled; already the grass is returning to the fields and the leaves to the trees.

There's nothing better than hugging trees and rolling over the grass.

The fountain is my speech. The tulips are my speech. The grass and trees are my speech.

It would be good to have them all in one central place with grass and trees rather than in a dusty parking lot. And it would separate the family activities from the concerts and alcohol sales.

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

Fall, it?s the leaves, it?s the mold, it?s the pollen. Spring it?s the grass and the trees. Dust is bad in winter.