Second chances allow hope to Spring eternal this time of year

Not all plans are fulfilled. Nor are all events planned.

Holidays don't always make it onto the planner, nor do all plans get properly watered. See? Some play Eine Kleine Nachtmusik to spur growth, while others ram cucumber peelings into the potting soil.

I simply make plans, don't sing to them, and seldom put crushed eggshells at the base of my calendar. Case in point, which could go for last year or two score ago, though I'd be moving into the realm of fiction as I've only lived through seven leap years (and my hair color, it's natural, you gawkers you). Jealous much?