bmartin's Blog

I’ve got to tell you, I hate this time of year. Ok, maybe I shouldn’t use the word “hate”; how about dislike, abhor, detest. The calendar says March, my brain is thinking spring and my television is playing golf. This winter has been cold, snowy and now it’s just dreary. I have had enough. How about a nice winter poem to cheer me up? Nah, but it helps to know that I can burn them to keep warm.

Of course we need weather but not this kind of weather. Ohio born Humorist Kin Hubbard (1868 - 1930), writes “Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation.” I have plenty to talk about but I can’t get anything out because my teeth are chattering. This kind of weather makes me think of Annie and I want to break into bad song; “The sun'll come out tomorrow, Bet your bottom dollar, That tomorrow, There'll be sun!“ Problem is it’s always a day away. This weather also makes me think about some really bad jokes like: “Q. What season is it when you are on a trampoline? A. Spring-time! Q. When do monkeys fall from the sky? A. During Ape-ril showers! Q. Can February March? A. No, but April May!”

Ok, enough of that. Enough of this! It’s spring somewhere so let’s get to it. Henry James, the British (US -born) author (1843 – 1916) puts it best. “Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language. “

Anyone got any firewood? I'm out. Ugh!

Bill