Let’s Hope It is Eternal

Spring smells like the hair of a little girl, scented lightly with shampoo. It smells clean and refreshing, provided you are far from the highway. The fumes of the road tend to carry the odor of skunk.

I think cars should hover two feet above the road like drones. This would eliminate potholes and roadkill.

I love it when the dogwoods and lilacs burst into bloom and spread fragrance on the air. But I have to hurry and enjoy it before the Chem Lawn truck shows up. Some neighbors have weed killer sprayed on their lawns, but I don't. It makes me sick. Imagine how the grass is feeling.

Anyway, if you subtract the negatives, spring is a time to celebrate sunshine and flowers. While we can. The honey bees are gone. We only have bumbles and moths to pollinate. And cotton balls. Yes, I pollinate with cotton balls, going from plant to plant like some friggin fairy as if I could repair the destruction inflicted on mother nature. Enjoy while you can.