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Spring? Hello, SPRING!!!
Cloudy, chilly, drizzly, gloomy, doomy SPRING.
Note to Winter: This is not to suggest that you are missed. Please keep napping. See you in December.
But Spring? Seriously, you need to stop slackin’. And I could really use some leaves on the trees, ‘kay? SPRING!!! I know you can hear me. I know you’re out there.
Lazy, good-for-nothin’ season.
Spring shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this.
I set off down the driveway, determined to capture Spring and drag her irresponsible behind back here. I took the dogs with me, of course.
No, not that dog.
Sorry, Annabelle.
Look! Flowering quince.
We need some of that. Don’t you think so, Coco?
COCO!
That’s not what we’re here to do.
We’re here to capture Spring and slap her around a little, not play with her.
I don’t think you’re listening to me, Coco.
Giant Puppy: “This is the best puddle in the history of puddles.”
I know that, Coco. I can see that. You love Spring, and Spring loves you, but we have other things to do.
Or I can go on without you.
Aha! Another sign of better weather. Fencing material! We are having a fencing party down here in the meadow soon. We’re making pastures for the sheep!
Ha! Giant Puppy! I knew you wouldn’t be left behind. Now help me wake Spring up!
Or play in Spring’s rain-filled creek. You’re so predictable, Coco. I guess I have to do all the work.
I see daffodils!
And forsythia!
Who planted the flowering quince, the daffodils, the forsythia? Someone way back in Stringtown history, no doubt. These blooms are mine now. My Spring, and I have her captured!
I take her back to the house.
I place Spring in vases filled with water. Spring, I shall defeat you yet!
Spring succumbs to my water torture techniques and promises blue skies and sunshine from now on!
Coco: “What about puddles? I want more puddles.”
COCO! Stop trying to influence Spring!!!!
Oh, shoot, you know Spring loves dogs….
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