Seasons Change

May 10, 2008

To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven – The Byrds Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is a Season)

We all mark seasons in different ways. Weather forecasters use the sun to mark the seasons. Here in the US, people use holidays such as Memorial Day to mark Summer’s arrival. My wife uses berries. I use pavé.

Strawberries mark spring for my wife. When they arrive, we know Spring has sprung. Wonderful sweet strawberries can be had for a fraction of the normal cost. It is marked by a sense urgency since the season is so short.

I know the feeling. When April comes around, we enter the “real” spring season. Prior to April, we have cyclo tourism.  Races are designed to stretch the legs and provide visual splendor to bring both the riders and the fans out of the winter doldrums. Majorca, San Remo, Nice, California serve as a perfect appetizer to the the Spring. We know cycling is here when the hard men of the pavé come out in Belgium and northern France.

But, like the aforementioned strawberries, the season is over in the blink of an eye. Cycling packs a whole season into one glorious month. Then as quickly as it comes, it vanishes. Like the blossoms on a cherry tree.

Spring makes way for summer. Starting today in Palermo, stage racing begins its season with the Giro. No morning for the loss of Spring, I have to herald in Summer.


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