As snow is melting in some parts of the country, our thoughts naturally turn to spring. The guys down at the Mule Barn Truck Stop, especially Doc, have some opinions about the winds of spring. Thanks to Slim Randles for being the Wednesday’s Guest today and sharing the fun with us. When you finish here, you might want to hop over to The Blood-Red Pencil blog, where we are having some more fun, then check out the Hump Day fun on LD Masterson’s blog.
“Whenever we get tired of breathing the same air,” said Doc, “along comes spring.”
“Yep,” Dud said. “I breathed some this morning that came from the next state. I could taste at least two mountain ranges in it, as well as a coal-burning whatchamacallit.”
“I like spring, though,” Doc said. “It always calls for a new set of clothes.”
Steve looked up from his coffee. “You buy a new suit in springtime, Doc?”
“You never heard of spring fashions?”
“Must’ve missed that, out on the ranch.”
“Naturally, spring brings to us,” Doc said, in his I–coulda-been-a-college-professor voice, “wind from all directions, cleansing us, refreshing us…”
“Knocking over full-grown cows…” Steve added.
“…yes, that too. And with the blessings of spring, we discover all kinds of interesting information. Such as, what are the neighbors to windward doing these days? Well, go look in the hedge and you’ll see the Thompson kids have switched from regular potato chips to barbecue. There’s the empty bag.
“So the mild zephyrs that refresh us,” Doc said, waving his arms pontifically, “grow and flourish until the neighbor’s cinder blocks start blowing by, and we can learn to lean as we walk…”
“Right, Doc,” Steve said, “but you said we need new clothes for spring?”
“You betcha. Clothes with big pockets in ‘em. That way you can fill them with rocks for ballast.”
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