Just as I begin to think that life is so ho-hum and nothing exciting ever happens, I get to witness at least one case, each and every year, of true “march madness”.
It’s a delight to behold - it inspires me, amuses me and let’s me know that people are not always taking themselves so seriously that they won’t risk a little - er; ah - publicly wacky behavior in all the name of SPRING! It is only in her honor that I ever see such wanton disregard for the need to appear credible and sane, and I know the world is well when I finally spot those one or two people who will, without shame, demand and make way for her entrance!
It reminds me of the lawnmowers, garden hoes and bird feeders - barbeques, bathing suits and flip-flops that are to come. How many of us have these thoughts while we still trudge over frozen snow banks and buried grass in March? At least one……!
I have just witnessed someone who has, over the course of two days and with great effort, chopped, hacked, shoveled, hurled and tossed his way into springtime - there’s barely a drop of snow left in most of his yard, and it looks like there may be one more day or work ahead before I can officially declare that Winter is over, folks - at least for him - Done, pal - gonzo! Outta here ~ Tah-tah and Toodaloo!
To be so welcome as Spring; I don’t know if any person alive would uncover an entire yard of snow just for me - so, no doubt she’s honored, flattered and hoping to make her grand entrance soon enough.
Meantime, I’m waiting to see if the trend continues - and God forbid it catches up to me and the foot deep, rock hard drifts that remain in my yard… I have no choice but to borrow his ice pick and shovel and wear my winter boots one last time!