I get that it ain’t spring … just yet!
We’ve got another three weeks or so until the vernal equinox arrives, but in North Texas I am hearing the sounds of spring already.
Well, let’s see. We have birds chirping at dawn. That’s a sure sign that winter is giving way to spring.
Then there’s the sound of lawn mowers cranking up. Some of them are sputtering a bit as they get going in our Princeton neighborhood. I root for them to get going. Accordingly we hear the sound of weed whackers and the occasional child squealing as he or she speeds by on a bicycle.
This clearly is my favorite season of the year, which I have declared already on this blog. I think I’ve said it more than once, so pardon me for repeating myself. It’s the time of year when we awaken from winter slumber and the grumbling about the cold.
Our grass grows dormant. Then it — pardon the pun — springs to life.
With all the other baloney, malarkey, crapola, nonsense going on this crazy world, I just want to welcome the onset of my favorite time of the year. If only it could overshadow what awaits.
For now, I am going to enjoy the day.