Friday, February 20, 2015
That Time Of Year
The notice to renew registration on the truck has arrived, the girls are cycling through estrus, and the surest sign of all - the annual outbreak of spring fever has struck. Facing the busiest season of all, I've come down with lassitude and enervation. Knowing what's coming, I do nothing. Looking here, there, and everywhere at all the things that need doing before the heat of summer, the best I've done so far is make lists. To avoid doing something more productive, Bess and I went out several times yesterday to play Pick-Up-Sticks in the yard. The bracken fern is beginning to grow and I'll need to weed-eat it soon. Fallen branches, debris from the log splitter and chainsaw, and all manner of bark pieces litter the ground around the woodpile. All that would play havoc with the weed-eater or mower, so cleaning the area wasn't exactly an exercise in futility, and it got us out of the house.