Friday, March 5, 2010

Change is A'Comin'

Welp, Spring is officially here.

You might ask how I know this, given that the meteorological date is still two weeks away.... so lets play a little game. You choose the answer which might best describe how it is, that I know that Spring, has sprung.

A. The beautiful, glorious "first sign" of budding... on the trees and in the ground.

(Photo by J. Colman)

B. The promise of new life... announcements from dear friends of babies due, wedding bells in the air, farmers inspecting their fields, and birds carrying bits to build comfy nests.

(Photo by Uncle Phooey)

C. The clip in everyones' step, the dusting off of golf clubs and running shoes, the shedding of scarves and mittens, and the smell of wet dirt and dry seeds.

(Photo by DJ Bass)


D. My neighbors. Yep. There they sit in their driveway... lounging in their popasans, propping their feet up on coolers, filled with beer. (I figured it might be in poor taste, to actually take their picture without their instead, I found this guys picture on the web without any photo credit, so we'll call it good enough. I think you get the idea, right?)

Yes, this is Belton, Missouri, folks. I'm so proud.

Publicly embarrassed for this blatant display of redneckness... but secretly disappointed that they've never once, invited me over. *sigh*

It's not like I'd come empty handed... I'd bring the wine coolers. My LazyBoy would be a pain to drag out there, but I'd find a way to get it done.

Anyway, all that's to say, is that spring is a time for change and newness of life... and probably means that the pumpkin is going to need to come to an end. So, I'm thinking....

Any ideas?


  1. So what you are saying is that you've used ALL of that pumpkin puree in your freezer? and it's time to close up shop for the season. Aaawwwww. I understand. As for Spring... we didn't have anyone lounging in their driveway with their feet propped up on a beer cooler, but, it seems that our once quiet neighborhood has been TAKEN OVER by miniature people. Rug rats... yard apes... of a variety that apparently sees our front yard as a major thoroughfare for bike riding and getting from point A to point B, so that they can then yell across the cul-de-sac to others of their kind to join them. I stand ready at my post on the front porch, with a poised fist to shake overhead and utter a hearty "get off my lawn!". Aaaaahhhh Springtime!

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