Here in Youngstown, Ohio, we haven’t had much of a Spring yet.  It’s been rainy and cool—I had a fire in the fireplace as late as last week when the low was 34.

So it was a bit of a surprise today when the high was in the 80’s—and it was humid and thunderstormy like in late Summer.  Still, except for the birds and the bulbs sprouting and the chipmunks and the squirrels and the lack of snow and baseball season……Wait—I guess that pretty much defines Spring. 

OK, then—Spring has sprung.

One easy way to tell is that my Bride is transplanting bulbs, and digging holes in the yard and making trips to Lowe’s for annuals.  That ALWAYS means Spring.

As for me, I spent the humid and warm afternoon in the back yard doing some repairs to the deck that wraps around the rear of the house and is one of my favorite parts of this place.  I just didn’t realize a couple of things.  One is that I’m no longer 25, and the other is that after a long cold Winter, a humid 80 degree day can really take it outta this feller.

I worked beyond the old body’s ability to rapidly recuperate.

That was several hours ago now, and I’m just fine, thank you very much.

I’ll try to remember in the future that, even though I still feel like a pup, I need to pace myself.

Just don’t hold your breath waiting for me to slow down too much.


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