Indulge me one more time as I take the helm while Martha continues her quest to find acceptable yoga pants…
I’ve been MIA lately due to my seasonal love affair–Spring is having it’s way with me again. Wheezy and watery-eyed, armed with fistfuls of Zyrtec and kleenex, yet I keep going back for more even though I know how this episode ends (I’ve been burned so many times before). I’m a devoted mistress, even though Spring can be a selfish bastard. I give and I give and I give and I keep on giving, mulching, weeding. Why do I put up with it? Because I know that one day Spring will mature and become Summer. Then we’ll be able to live with each other–the mold, spores and tree sheddings will be in our past and we’ll laugh about it.
Also, there’s this finch nest right outside my window. The eggs have hatched and the hatchlings are so freaking needy–the relentless yammering goes on and on and I feel so bad for that mama. It’s like she can’t keep the pantry full enough and when she does go to the grocery store and loads up on dozens of boxes of cereal, bags of enchilada flavored Doritos and a virtual semi-load of milk, she finds that her effort has been consumed almost immediately by a pair of Tasmanian Devils disguised as teenaged couch potatoes. Oh, wait a minute…
But I love the feeling of spring and all its glory–the good, the bad and the allergic. It might be cliche, but the re-birth is amazing. After the effects of the antihistimine epidural wear off, you’re clear-eyed and can see the beauty that surrounds. You don’t even care that Spring doesn’t call or write anymore because you knew it was never meant to last and besides, you’ve got your hands full now.
So if you haven’t already, throw those Uggs to the back of the closet and get out the hideous grass-stained lawn mowing sneakers because Spring is a mysterious drifter that won’t be in town long and he doesn’t have a creepy shoe fetish.
And he always brings flowers.
This was so great! Your wit entertains me over and over.
Thanks, Lady! Glad you enjoyed…
a bright spot in my day. clever.
Oh Flow…nice to have you along for the ride!
why don’t you write everyday…it is what I most look forward to!
But I do. You should read my grocery lists…riveting.
What a creative post! I love the description of hayfever as a seasonal love affair! I get that too for sure. Fortunately in South Africa it’s Autumn now.
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Guess you’d better keep the Uggs out then…thanks for reading.
I have a love affair with Spring too…will you share?
Of course…Spring flings for everyone!
I can totally relate to your love affair with spring. I go rushing out into the garden the moment I can and then rushing back inside for the tissues. The sneezing, wheezing and blowing is worth it to finally see all the colors of spring emerging after winter.
Living in the Midwest, we put up with a lot, but it makes you appreciate the little things…like cleaning up a winter’s worth of dog crap and actually looking forward to it because it means the snow’s finally gone! It’s a strange kind of optimism, that’s just how we roll. Thanks for reading…
I feel your pain (I did a thing on my miserable allergies not long ago) …..love your blog, you’re crackin’ me up !