Rites of Spring

Typically late to family gatherings (or really any gathering for that matter), my wife and I made good time as we flew east down the interstate to Flushing, MI, for an early Easter dinner. The day was brilliant, filled with sunshine and strong, gusting winds. Leaves were already emerging from the trees after an extraordinarily warm (even hot) March. Upon arrival, the Masters (live from Augusta, Georgia) was on the big screen television in the living room.