Spring

Spring is my favorite season. I like to see things waking up, turning green, coming back to life. I don’t understand how autumn, when everything is dying, can be anyone’s favorite time of year. I love being warm, and despise being cold. Part of being tall is having poor circulation to the extremities, which means numb fingers and toes when I’m outside. I hate that. I also don’t like wearing a knit cap to keep my head warm, then taking it off and having my hair look horrible. I don’t carry a comb or brush with me, so I hope that doing my hair once in the morning lasts me for the whole day. I feel sorry for women that always have to redo their hair, but I am glad that they do it. Another great part of spring is that I’m a guy. For guys, spring means power tools – mowers, blowers, edgers, weeders, sprinklers, etc. Most guys are happy when they tools to play with, and spring does that for us. It smells good and feels good to get oil, gasoline, and grease all over ourselves. Men were made to smell like petroleum products. Women were meant to smell like perfume and cookies. God set us up like that. I don’t question it, I just go with the flow.