Spring Has Sprung

Here in Southeast Jawja, spring has finally sprung, liberating me from the shivers of my discontent.

I have shivered my way through cold days of north winds and frost on the windshield of The Truck.

Now, the grass turns green, the temp hit 80F, and I circulate 'round the back yard.

Holy Frijoles! Lookit all them damned weeds!

Uhh... is it too late to wish for a good hard blast of winter wind, precisely directed on the weeds and leaving my very own precious hide nice and warm?

I thought so.

Just Dayum....