I can no longer enjoy Spring.
The trees are turning green again and everywhere I look the grass is coming back. In an effort to be good water stewards we do not overseed (plant winter grass). So this winter has been dry and dust coloured. But, with the warming nights the grass is coming back. Cycle of life. That used to make me happy, watching the changing of the seasons. But spring is short here, and then comes the pain. I have been in denial these wintry months snug under my comforter. But I can hear it now. That low bass. That ominous hum… Something evil this way comes. Summer.
