Rant and Rave: Reader appreciates spring

RAVE to spring. Spring has officially sprung itself from the deep sleep of a cold, wet, PNW winter. While I do not mind the sleepy gray of winter, I am of an age where the sweet song of early birds and the bright yellow of daffodils bring renewed hope to my tired soul. I am in the place where I feel the turning of the seasons in my previously broken and shattered bones, and I am filled with unmatched joy at the smallest of wildflowers pushing up through the soil.

RANT to the inconsiderate adults at a track meet at Nathan Hale, who stood at the grandstand railing the entire time so no one seated in the lower rows could see. We were there all for the same reason — to see our children and grandchildren participate. But for some of us (perhaps those who can’t climb to higher seats in the stands), the view was less than spectacular.