Spring has sprung
Mar. 11th, 2006 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuviel"Spring has sprung
Fall has fell
Summer's here
And it's hotter than hell."
That was the poem my Granny used to recite right around this time each year. And, from a friend I used to work with at BMG:
"Spring has sprung
The grass has rizz
I wonder where
The flowers is?"
This is the only thing that makes me smile this time of year. While others are awash in glee over the warming and lengthening of the days, I find myself growing more withdrawn, angry, and depressed. Maybe I'm a true Crone by nature and in deepest caverns of my heart, but I'm only truly happy when the leaves are turning and the air holds a distinct crispness.
We've had no Winter to speak of and already my grass needs to be cut. Already the fleas are coming on full force. Already the bees are hovering around the front porch. Already the heat is pressing in. The further south Aunt Tudi and I drove today, the warmer it got. By the time we reached Moncks Corner, it was 83 degrees locally. That's not right.
Where's my snow? Where's the bonechilling wind and grey days? What happened to my Winter?
And who will come and cut my grass?
Fall has fell
Summer's here
And it's hotter than hell."
That was the poem my Granny used to recite right around this time each year. And, from a friend I used to work with at BMG:
"Spring has sprung
The grass has rizz
I wonder where
The flowers is?"
This is the only thing that makes me smile this time of year. While others are awash in glee over the warming and lengthening of the days, I find myself growing more withdrawn, angry, and depressed. Maybe I'm a true Crone by nature and in deepest caverns of my heart, but I'm only truly happy when the leaves are turning and the air holds a distinct crispness.
We've had no Winter to speak of and already my grass needs to be cut. Already the fleas are coming on full force. Already the bees are hovering around the front porch. Already the heat is pressing in. The further south Aunt Tudi and I drove today, the warmer it got. By the time we reached Moncks Corner, it was 83 degrees locally. That's not right.
Where's my snow? Where's the bonechilling wind and grey days? What happened to my Winter?
And who will come and cut my grass?
