The Tao of Spartacus Jones: On Horses, Music, Life, Love, and Liberty.
Monday, April 18, 2011
It's official: there's grass. It isn't tall, full and lush. But it's there. Enough to nibble. Enough to titillate a hay-deadened palate. Oh, winter may linger a day or two, yet. But the grass is back. And, with it, a rumor of summer.