It is raining again. In a couple of hours the sun will shine for a while and then the rain will return. The neighbor has mowed his yard twice since I was last on the tractor. Today I say I will mow and then it rains again.
The old saying is ‘April showers bring May flowers’. But it is obvious that Mother Nature forgot to change her monthly page. (But I already have the flowers.) Could it be that she got the pages turned around?
Anyway I have to mow again which means I should pick up some more branches off the ‘hundred year old trees’ that fall every time the wind blows and it rains. Of course when I pick up those branches I pile them out back to be burned. (I can run the shredder but prefer burning because there is less mess to clean up.)
Onward, to burn I must get a permit. Not a hard task—call they send it out. Now I have had my permit for a week and on the days I don’t have appointments to drive to it rains! So the branches keep falling, the grass keeps growing, and the traffic out front thinks they made a wrong turn and have ended up in the rain forest!
The grass is almost to my kneecaps and there are so many branches to pick up that the birds are running out of places to build nests. The rabbits are coming out on the driveway to get air, the geese retreated to the neighbor’s pond because they can’t find their eggs, and I fear an army of mosquitos are forming attack plans behind the shed.
I am at the point where I arise in the morning singing “It Ain’t Gonna Rain No More, No More!” As yet old Momma Nature isn’t listening to my song. Oh, Oh, What was that? A low rumble greets my ears! That Ain’t no garbage truck baby cause I see grass growing and branches starting to fall!!!