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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