As I walked along Wildcat Boulevard,I was thinking how I miss the kindergarten kids at Central School now that school.

As I walked along Wildcat Boulevard,I was thinking how I miss the kindergarten kids at Central School now that school.
The kindergarten kids are having recess when I drive by to the weekly Lions Club meeting. The kids are always running. They run in bunches, they run alone, and they run just to be running.
Usually they are smiling and yelling as they run. I can't hear what they say, even if the pickup windows are down. They just run and yell to let off steam. Wouldn’t it be powerful if adults had the energy that little kindergarten kids have?
I pick up trash as I walk along each morning. The trash is mostly drinking containers from the local fast food places, plastic water bottles, pizza boxes, and empty food sacks.
One day, however, I could not pick up one plastic water bottle. The bottle was standing up and about three quarters full of water. In the water were a half dozen wild daisies. I kept thinking how this bouquet was left for someone to find. Perhaps it would "pick up" the day for some person who was sad. I wasn’t sad and the bouquet picked up the day for me.  I hoped some one else enjoyed the simple bouquet.  
I noticed in the Swedish newspaper that I read, that the Swedes have a special name for the day when the cows are turned loose in the pasture. In the winter time in the northern reaches, even here in the the United States, cattle are kept inside during the freezing temperatures of winter. After the snow is melted and the grass has a chance to grow, the cattle “are turned out to pasture.” The Swedes call this day, “koslapptim.”
In Minnesota, where I was raised, we always liked turning the our milk cows into fresh pasture because it made more milk in the bucket. The cows would almost over eat and produce a little extra milk. My mother always claimed she could taste the grass in the cow’s milk at this time of year. Don’t cows in this area have wild onion tasting milk in the spring?
We were always careful not to let the cows go on fresh pasture too long as a cow will founder. Horses also will founder, but hogs and mules are too wise to eat until they become ill.
Baseball is a sign of springtime everywhere. I recently read that women’s baseball teams go back further than those idolized in the movie “A League of Their Own,” which occurred mostly during World War II and the early 1950s.
According to the article, women’s baseball goes back to 1866. The girls were referred to as “Bloomer Girls.” Most of the teams traveled and competed against men’s amateur or semi-professional teams. Softball came to be in 1887 and is now the game played by ladies.
Take a walk, think of spring and fresh grass, bouquets of wild flowers, and baseball and softball. Keep these things in thoughts as you pass along Wildcat Boulevard.  

Russell Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.