Yippee! It’s finally my time of the year. I have so anxiously awaited the coming of spring. One thing I’m not is a cold-weather person. And my wifey Lynndee loves this time of year as well though, surprisingly, being from a tropical country, she has come to love and appreciate the changing of the seasons, including the cold weather, something which she’d never experienced before coming to America. Plus, she so enjoys planting flowers. As for me, however, spring and summer speak my language: sunshine and warmth; the hotter, the BETTER!
My wife’s handiwork: The creeping phlox she planted in 2012. It sure has crept a lot!
With spring comes certain unchanging rituals. In early March comes what is known as “March Madness”, or the “Big Dance”, the yearly NCAA College Basketball Championship, which concludes with the crowning of the national champion after the arrival of spring. And this year my most favorite team ever was the winner again, for the sixth time during my life! And once the tournament is over it’s time for my next passion, Major League Baseball, my favorite team being the Atlanta Braves. Though I don’t get to see game in person that much, I certainly do keep the TV busy during the season.
Then comes the grilling out on the back deck over the weekend. There’s nothing more yummy than a char-broiled steak to entice your taste buds, and just this past weekend we had such a delectable chow down which I cooked on my vintage cast-iron grill with an age of over 40-years-old.
My ol’ buddy, still smoking after all these years!
Of course, for those of us who dreamed of it the entire winter long, there’s the call of the golf links, beckoning us to once again endure the frustrations of a sliced drive or missed putt. However, with all the fun lying ahead in the new season, there is a price to pay.
As always, there are chores that go hand-in-hand with the warm months, and in my case, that is mowing. For over 50 years now, I’ve had a huge yard to see to. Initially, it was my job to help my grandfather mow. He had approximately four acres which at one time had been a cow pasture. But after he got rid of his cows, he decided to keep it mowed. And back in that day, we didn’t have a riding mower so it was strictly a walk-and-push scenario. But I was young, so no problem. Even after the passing of my grandfather, I kept it done by myself and, finally, I got a riding mower in 1995.
All my big-boy work toys ready to play!
Since that time, the land has been parceled off and I’m now responsible for just an acre which I can knock out in an hour, or less, not including the weed eating and trimming. At that, I only have to mow every couple of weeks because I’m not that vain about the curb appeal of my place seeing that it’s in an out-of-the way location. I’m now driving my third riding mower and just this week acquired me a new pull cart to help me do my yearly clean up. So I’m ready to get it done so I can then have plenty of time to indulge in my pastimes without feeling guilty of not taking care of necessary business.
Here’s to Springtime!