spring is for the birds. and the blossoms

A mourning dove sits on the pavement. It is so gray and brown and palely pink -- ashes of roses, not full rose -- that it looks like a stone in its stillness.

It rains, and all at once all the lawns are lush and green and growing. (Well, yeah, patches where it really was dead. But not much where I have seen.)

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RPG and world-building

That reminds me why I gave up Dungeons and Dragons. There were too many monsters. Back in the old days you could go around a dungeon without meeting much more than a few orcs and lizard men, but then everyone started inventing monsters and pretty soon it was a case of bugger the magic sword, what you really need to be the complete adventurer was the Marcus L. Rowland fifteen-volume guide to Monsters and the ability to read very, very fast, because if you couldn't recognize them from the outside you pretty soon got the chance to try looking at them from the wrong side of their tonsils.

Terry Pratchett