It has been awhile, my friends. Apologies to you all …
Spring is in the Air; and you hear that pleading call.
The whisper draws you out the door
Where Sun and Warmth do beckon.
You wonder somewhat confusingly
The haunting call’s creation.
You wonder here; pause over there
Listening for those plaintive pleas.
For Heaven’s sake, you hibernating bear,
Your Lawn screams for “Reprieve!”
The proof is in the pictures …
Cranky Man’s Lawn
“Where the only things Cranky are Weeds (until they die a horrible death).”