Monday, April 25, 2016

Hello Spring

In another life of mine, Spring was simply pollen, weeds and slightly warmer temps.  Seasons changed, time passed and just like the somber ground, my head was full of weeds and unwanted things.  The timeless quote, "Stop and smell the Roses", was taken in jest.  For, when can you really stop and smell the roses when you are knee deep in manure (also known as shit)?