Spring

It hit seventy today. A first for the season. That meant that I was compelled to clean the porch floor and set up the outside table and chairs. Now, many sweat drops later, here I sit with another first for the season, a gin and tonic, on the screen porch, in short sleeves. Plus, I have a wireless signal, so now, I can sit on the deck in the summer, completely nakid, and post porno.

Life is good.

As you can see, the trees are still bare, but we can wait for that can't we? I can even hear a brave early frog peeping down by the pond. This has to be one of my favorite times. So full of promise and coming life. The plants will all be sporting auras soon. The rains and thunderstorms will come. The world will shake off its winter dust and green will once again cover all. The earth inhales around me. I feel her breath. The trees are anxious.