"Wolfgang" wrote in
In my part of the world, Spring is the time when color returns from its
wintering grounds somewhere in the damp, vaporous south. lurches
disconcertingly.

the audacious forsythias shrieking their presence in a
still drab landscape.
, we startle a group of three somberly
(and fittingly, given their profession) dressed turkey vultures splashes
that mark the vultures buffets fade ever more quickly as the season
progresses and the color is needed elsewhere.

Ij offers

damm wolfgang we had a pretty nice day here , but sorry to say a post Korean
education not only did not teach me to spell but certainly none of the
explanotory explanitions you expouse so well,