Wednesday, February 11, 2009


I rejoice when the season starts. I am after all a motor head at heart. It urges me back into the garage where I must play with one of my few toys left. While busting my knuckles and scratching my arms and contorting myself too reach that one last bolt, I can forget about.......

It signals the change of season beginning. The birds return and as new signs of life appear on the trees, so the little creatures come out to play. They seem fine with the turn of events. That new housing project in the old pasture has been void of heavy machinery and peaceful. I am sure to the wildlife things are oh so much better than last year. I don't miss the construction noise myself. It was disruptive to to sweet music of a finely tuned V8.

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