The warm weather acts like a beacon
leading all to it's bosom, outside.
Canines frolic, leaping into lakes,
hopping out, enjoying a good shake.
Happy threesomes lithely toss frisbees.
The wind catches it more ofter than not.
Mini tornadoes whip leaves around
the legs of the Great Outdoorsman.
It's a calm day, a peaceful day:
Warm, but not uncomfortably so.
Muscled midget men show off.
Well-dressed housewives do tooo.
The smell of poop competes with the
new scent of Spring.
Words and pictures document the
first great Saturday of the newborn season.
Eureka! She catches one. The wind has
lost that round. The frisbee falls.
"Poop free!," the exuberant cry.
The sun, which had been napping
behind a cloud stretches its sinews
and is ready to touch us again,
warming our winter frozen limbs.

Spring 2002