Spring

I've had a love-hate relationship with spring most of my adult life. In high school, I hated spring because of spring fever. I would go crazy all winter being cooped up in the house with nothing to do. Then for whatever reason, spring would come and I couldn't stay in the house, or in school for anything. I got into a lot of trouble, ditching school. In one spring, my Senior year, I went from 5th in my class with a 4.1 (honors) GPA to being 28th with a 3.7 GPA.

When I had my oldest son 12 winters ago, I developed a very annoying allergy to everything that might produce pollen in the spring. So I hated spring.

Then 9 winters ago, I moved to St. Johns and developed a deep despise of spring. Why? Wind. Oh, on the news it says to expect winds up to 30 mph with gusts to 45. Last night, they were sustained at 45 with gusts over 60. Today is more of the same. In a single day, the wind blew 5 inches of sand and dirt up against the back of the shed we finished last night. Last year, in a single day, it filled my 6-foot diameter pond completely in ...6 hours. It was 8 inches deep.

Where's the love part, you ask? Well, I'm still looking for it. I know there was a reason... it has to be here. Oh, I remember. Growing stuff. Unfortunately, as stuff starts to grow around here, the wind and dust beats the hell out of it until it is nothing more than a dried-out stick of nothing with shreds of dried leaves desperately clinging to it.

I hate the wind. And the worst part about it is that I can't do a danged thing about it. AARRGG!!