Dot, dot, dot
Welcome to this week’s Reno News & Review.
I’m not quite sure what you might like to read about in my little column this week.
The world is rich, so maybe I’ll do the three-dot thing.
For the second year running, the Bullock’s orioles returned on May 8. Kathleen heard them before we saw them, but sure enough, one was dining at the hummingbird feeder before we got the oriole feeder up. We’re not the kind of people to stand on ceremony, so we didn’t run it off. (Do you ever feel like putting one of those little smiley faces in your copy?) They’re skittish, though, and I still haven’t seen the male feeding. How about that? He just arrived.
I want to straighten out the record on one gardening item. This has been one of the best springs that I recall—a long, slowly warming (but not a solid freeze) spring. I hear these crazies on the radio talking about how “We’re not having a spring; we’re just going to go straight from winter to summer.” Open your eyes—not you, I know you know a great Nevada spring when you see one—the blossoming trees have had flowers for a month now. We’re headed for a great fruit crop. And, yes, I did get some beans, carrots, radishes and beets in the ground, although a friend just had her first harvest of radishes. I guess that means I don’t have anything to brag about.
I’m still not sure how I feel about this week’s cover story. I tried to write it straight down the middle. Still, I came in early Monday morning and rewrote the entire back half of the story. I’ll tell you one interesting thing about this story. Every single person I called for comment or just to talk about the issues returned my call. Talk about something that never happens. This one was weird, surprising and complicated in ways I hadn’t anticipated, and I hope I was able to do the story justice.