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 permission...so 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....