In our local yards and roadways, a Southern spring comes dropping slow with its wash of soft green and the promise of blossoms: the daffodils have already bloomed; roses are about to burst; some of us even harbor peonies; so maybe, just maybe, we can relax for 10 minutes and return to more familiar pursuits like walking dogs, shooting quail, bowling, playing poker, entertaining at garden clubs, pick your pastime, preoccupations that just might hold us together.