The week before last I cut down the old growth of the ornamental grasses and had the lawn mower blade sharpened. Now, I want the green to begin popping up out of the ground. Time seems to be going by slowly because of this wait.
Recently, Pam and I discussed whether we truly had four seasons here. If we do, they sure don't seem to be equal in length. Summers are always long, and some winters like the past two are also long. Spring always seems to be short while fall is difficult for me to see objectively because I enjoy it so but dread what follows. In some ways, there are for me just two seasons because I swap out clothes every spring and fall. This swapping generally corresponds to the growing and fishing seasons.
I'm tired of heavy coats and am looking forward to tee shirts, shorts, and flip flops. I want to be laying out on the patio with a cold drink, thinking only about what I'll cook out on the grill. Come on, let's get on with this changing of the seasons.