Thursday, April 1, 2010

Ode to Spring . . .

Ahhhh . . . . .it is that time of year again.  Kentucky has to be one of the most beautiful states during Spring; rivaled only by my home state of West Virginia.  I am proud to be both a Mountaineer and a Wildcat at the same time. 


You know Spring has sprung here at the Jones household - - outside in Summer's freshly mulched flower beds daffodils, crocus, lilies and such are creating a grand kaleidoscope of colors - shaking off the cold rigidity of another winter and really putting on a show


Go into any Southern States or Tractor Supply and those fuzzy yellow chicks are freshly hatched and just peep, peep, peeping  (I love the marshmallow flavored by the way - -the live ones have too fine a bone for my taste)




On the outskirts of town, insulated from their winter vigils in the field - the sheep are thick for shearing





And so am I




All of the children love this time of year - it is like a Hillbilly Hannukah - -they wait in wide-eyed anticipation for the shearing to begin - - for they know that after Daddy gets sheared it is but a matter of days that Dale Earnhardt Jr will  ride in on his denominationaly ambiguous holiday camel; sneak into their rooms on Easter morning and leave them brand new cans of Skoal and pastel colored spit-cups



The children can barely contain themselves






So another beloved Spring time ritual begins









There is nothing like the feel of a sun-kissed hairless back during the Spring to bring a tear to your eye








Aahhhhhhhhh . . . . . .Spring is here . . . . .

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