Who forgot it was spring?
It has not yet been rescheduled.
My lawnmower feels foolish for having trimmed and vacuumed up the leaves and debris only two days before in 58 degree weather, but I heard it laughing at the snow blower as I passed the shed and garage. I looked in the window at the snow blower imprisoned in the shed by six inches of snow.
It glared back at me in silence. I left it alone as I did not want to further antagonize it.
I dragged a shovel from the garage to an approximation of where the door stoop should have been but I must have missed it by a few feet.
It passed out and keeled over in the snow to lie buried.
I left it there to contemplate the cold,
and I climbed back into the house to turn on my Beach Boys' music and dream of future days when the sun isn't on vacation and the sparrows decide to sing.
Six hours later, as I write this the sun is again shining, and I have discovered a car in my driveway playing peekaboo at me from under the melting sheets of snow.
Seems there may be a change of plans yet again.
This is what I saw...
~Zep
