Ahh spring. I think it’s finally here. I know because my driveway has turned into a great expanse of mud,
The first signs of carpenter ants leaving their long winter hibernation and venturing out for a stroll across the living room floor and walls were spotted by my wife yesterday.
Happily I will greet them, welcome them to spring time, and then squash them and spray deadly chemicals at them.
Spring brings on a new season of yard work as well. I can see the weeds pushing up through the mulch, trying to get a head start on strangling my landscape plants. I plot their demise.
I actually mowed a section of lawn this weekend. Not so much because the grass had grown enough to really need mowing . . . . More because I use the mowing of grass as an excuse to mow up a whole winter’s worth of dog poop.
That way it pretty much disappears without my having to scoop it. Well, I guess it doesn’t actually disappear, but at least it gets mulched up small enough that I can pretend it disappears.
The windows in the house will soon be wide open to let the fresh air in . . . . And the sounds of any family arguments and tantrums out for all the neighbors to hear.
But spring also means the return of bare feet, bonfires, fishing, and a trip to the ice cream stand.
Welcome spring! I’m glad you are here.