I love that phrase as it applies to Grand Prix racing after they read everyone the rules. It’s the last rejoinder before the action begins. Likewise, when spring awakes, it’s showtime and the sap figuratively rises in us. As I am expecting the VR&E apologists on Tuesday morning, I felt it appropriate to rub rhubarb and romaine in their faces and make them feel insignificant. “Them” being the two agricultural specialists who determined I had a passel of greenhouses and needed no more.
And, with my luck, they’ll announce the bulldozers arrival Wednesday at dawn. In your dreams, jellybean. We’re talking VA. I figure they’ll be here by fall if I’m lucky and that leaves me plenty of time to grow.