In the springtime some people look at the blossoms on trees and feel a new song in their heart, the smell of green, the hope of birth and beginnings.
I usually look at my backyard and think, "man, that is going to look like suck again."
We bought a dog last year and the odds are the yard will attain a greater level of suck than ever before. I feel a song in my heart too, but it sounds like a garage full of kazoos.
Now, I really love my dog but I hate kazoos. Which makes me wonder if I came home one day and my dog was playing a kazoo if they'd cancel each other out or if one would reign supreme.
I guess that's a stupid question. You've got to be able to hum to play a kazoo and Oakley's more of a whistler.
My backyard has issues . . . eh.