Aw Damn it's Spring.

"Narzisse" by Martin Hirtreiter 

So it's Spring again.  Not that I care much for Spring.  Spring only has a couple of things going for it.
It ain't Summer and it ain't Winter.

If Spring were Autumn I'd be okay with that but it isn't.  It isn't really much of anything.

In the southeast, Spring isn't really a season, it's just a temperamental transition between cold and wet (Winter) and hot and humid (Summer) and waffles in a non-committal fashion between the two until Summer finally kicks its ass.

Spring has an identity crisis in my neck of the woods.  One day it's trying to freeze your tenderloin and the next it's going sauna on your butt.  That's Spring.

I don't like Spring that much.  Sure the flowers are pretty but Spring is the harbinger of a lot of things I am NOT looking forward to.  Plus the flowers are pretty much dead by May.

Cutting grass.  I'm NOT looking forward to cutting grass.  Every Spring I revisit my angst about shoving the lawnmower around the yard.  A weekly (more or less) ritual that takes time and energy away from serious things......like anything that does NOT involve actually cutting grass.

Spring makes me feel guilty for not having a garden.

Spring makes me feel guilty for not painting the parts of the house that I failed to paint last year.

Spring makes me have to come up with all kinds of excuses to NOT do yard work and other outdoor chores AFTER WORK because there is still a few hours of daylight left.  It's hard to be a lazy slough when it's light outside.

Spring also reminds me that in about two days it's going to be 2° shy of hell.  That's when Summer kicks Spring's ass and moves in to burn everything to a crisp one day and steam it like clams the next.

Autumn reminds me that cold, miserable Winter is around the corner but at least with Autumn you have the holidays to look forward to.  Spring gives you nothing.

Spring reminds me that bugs will soon be swarming like....well bugs.  Lots of bugs.

Yeah, I'm not a big fan of Spring.