Today is March 13. We are right on the verge of one of my two very favorite times of the year. Spring. I should note, however, that it is only Spring in my kitchen. The sun is bright. The air smells clean and fresh (because someone loaded the dishwasher.) I'm inspired to wear a sundress...well, that might be getting a little carried away.
I must not deceive myself...it is NOT Spring outside, not yet. The sun is up to some trickery...it looks warm and inviting, but you would find a rude awakening if you were to walk outside into my backyard. It's only about 40 degrees, and there is no fresh, clean feeling back there. No. In fact, the only thing you would find in my backyard today is four months worth of stolen undergarments (courtesy of Sampson O'Neil), a few stolen gardening gloves (once again, courtesy of Sampson O'Neil), a lot of mud and a terrible smell (as always, courtesy of Sampson O'Neil and his sister Lucille). I've already lodged two complaints with the Backyard Fairy's supervisor, but to no avail. The backyard remains a disgusting, smelly, completely un-Spring-y mess.
So I'll just enjoy the sun from the kitchen, and by no means will I be venturing to the backyard until that lazy Fairy gets her stuff together.
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