WILDCATS SURPRISE BADGERS!

Fact: I love spring.

There is something about new growth, bright colors, and crisp, blustery days. It spurs in me a renewal of faith in the world around me. Perhaps it was not always so miserly, pinching away every bit of sunlight and warmth out of the last few months? Maybe the sun is here to stay. It certainly looks that way in my neighborhood. Cooper Young is alive with fat robins, flowering trees, green buds, and drunks on patios. Spring is here.

Green!

My hydrangea, until last week, was a pot full of brown sticks. Now, those brown sticks have little green leaves. It’s the little joys in life.

Speaking of little joys, I introduce you to my favorite flower: The mighty crocus. Unlike the daffodil–it’s large springtime friend and fellow favored flower–the crocus is on the front line of the springtime battle. While the cool winds of late February and early March might deter a weaker flower, the crocus–though wee–strikes a colorful blow against the barren winter wasteland. Its tiny blooms break through the bleak brown debris like a miniature cavalry, leading the attack.

Now, having filled my quota of metaphors and alliteration, I will show their noble faces.

Hello little soldiers!

Attack!

En garde!

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"

Sadly, spring is not all budding plants and poetic speeches  about diminutive blooming bulbs, there is also the matter of cleaning. After a harsh winter of sitting on my duff eating bonbons, the piper must be paid. Doors opened, furniture moved, dust  and cobwebs swept away, and ant traps set. Ants also love spring…and sugar, we have that in common.

In addition to my normal, begrudging cleaning, I also threw in a dash of redecoration.

Behold, The Home Office:

"Please step into my office...watch the bed."

Now I can sit at my desk to my write important documents. I even have paper clips; they are shaped like ducks.

At present, however, I have neglected my ultra-professional work space for the comforts of my front porch. For what are desks and paperclips compared to sunshine and a gentle breezes?

Porchin' it.

So, if you need me, I’ll be on the porch…until November. You can leave a message at the Home Office. They know where to find me.