"Where have you been?" my brother asked when he called to tell me about his hole-in-one. (Congratulations again, John!) He was assuming the lack of posts on the blog meant we were out of town again. While that sounds exciting, the reason behind fewer keyboard musings can be summed up in two words: It's Spring.
Spring...when it seems like we're adding things to the to-do list faster than we're crossing them off. I've been cleaning flower beds, each of which has required a full day so far. I love the big live oak trees we have scattered around the yard, especially in the winter months when the green leaves make the landscape less grim. But come spring bright new leaves push off the old and boy, are there a lot of them! The job is a little bigger too now that we have to bag all yard trash rather than put it in the barrel. As I was cleaning this one I was observing how it needs trenched along the border so the volcano rock stays in better. That's a job for another day.
Spring...when it seems like everything needs winter's grub and nature's pollen washed away. Wayne pulled the power washer out of the garage today and tackled the bird bath. It's ready for a fresh coat of paint now. I'm anxious for my turn at the power washer too. The yellow clouds of pollen that have drifted across the yard seem to be gone so it's time to clean up the patio furniture. I'm ready for dinner outside.
Spring...when you don't have to look far to know what you accomplished. Or maybe you can just feel it in your tired bones. I might have fallen asleep in my chair more than one night instead of getting to the old blog but the rest was well-earned.
I love Spring; it's my favorite time of year. Good thing because it sure is a lot of work.