Thursday, March 22, 2007

Smoke Banshee

Good day to yous everyone in the B-logging world. There is a skip in my step. There is a toaster in the oven. There is a song in my cheek. Why?
We have gone from the cold to the transitional. At my house March Mud Season has begun. It is a joyous bog track to get to the house from the road thanks to the slowly shrinking frost line in the ground. Don't misunderstand me. Mud Season only brings good things. I step outside and, besides the fragrant sewer pipe, I can smell it...worms, pine, leaves, dirt...IT'S SPRING! Generally known as a season-lover in my past, I have radically changes my view. Winter is not much more than a period of waiting. Give me lightening and thunder! Give me shorts and t-shirts accompanied by my Birkies. Camping....

Anywhat, I thought you all should know where I stand. Any questions?
-=EHLTB

PS- Smoke Banshee...the song I was jamming to as I typed this literary wonder. (Clutch)