Spring clean up is a family affair

Bring on the birds, the bugs, and the buds, because spring has finally arrived (we hope), and who cares if there a few pot holes

Bring on the birds, the bugs, and the buds, because spring has finally arrived (we hope), and who cares if there a few pot holes and puddles in our way. This is that glorious time of the year when the landscape sheds itself of the ice and snow and the biggest smiles appear on the faces of the golfers, the green thumbs, and the young duffers who love to spend all day playing outside in the sunshine and dirt.

We can now finally put away the bulky and boring winter wear that we have worn for the past 7 months, and then hopefully we will still be able to squeeze into those sassy shorts and t-shirts that feel real cool. Please don’t forget to tighten up all the nuts and bolts and service all your family bikes and other rolling toys before you put on your helmets and dash out into the fabulous fresh air. Many will choose to wander through their yards, viewing the dull brown aftermath of another winter, while planning how they will transform it all into a lush green wonderland of grass, flowers, and veggies during a month or so of the annual labour of outdoor love. It won’t be long before the first fruits of our efforts will usually be the pesky early crop of quack grass and dandelions, which can quickly be snuffed with a little spray and a hardy hoe-hoe-hoe, and we can only hope that most of the infant mosquitoes have freeze dried or drowned.

At this time of the year there will always be that dedicated breed of spring sports fanatics, who will already be out tossing a ball around, on the tennis courts, flying a kite, playing road hockey or tossing hoops, or chipping golf balls on a dry patch in the park, as well as catching ‘the playoffs.’ Once the well-used snow shovels, blowers, scrapers, ice melt, and all the rest have been put away, your garage will now become a haven for cute little bedding plants and a vast array of primping and gardening tools. There is absolutely no doubt that our great warmer weather tradition has already kicked in with the exciting invasion of the weekend garage sale circuit, where last year’s cast-offs will magically become someone else’s treasure.

A salute to the clean-up crews

With the arrival of spring it never ceases to amaze me to see all those enthusiastic volunteers of all ages who head out into all areas of our community and districts to clean up all the garbage and mess that winter has left behind. I salute our 4-H Clubs, school children, and the various groups, organizations, families, and individuals who stroll the parks, ditches, and playgrounds together, while filling up thousands of garbage bags with mostly unwanted junk, along with a few recyclable bottles, and maybe even something worthwhile?

Keeping our town and county green and clean should be an enjoyable and invigorating family or staff activity. Most everyone takes a lot of pride in maintaining their own piece of yard paradise or cleaning up around their businesses, but if they can’t there will always be someone who will help them out.

Please take special care and yield to the caution signs for those community and highway crews who are out doing the sweeping, mowing, cleanup, and repair that will beatify our surroundings. It is also most vital to always drive carefully, because there will many out there enjoying their first spring fling from dawn until dusk.

Some kind of unforgettable love

He was a widower and she was a widow, who had known each other for a number of years as class-mates who had stayed in touch and looked forward to attending each and every one of their annual school reunions. It was the 60th Anniversary of their class, and the widower and the widow would make a foursome with two other singles.

They had a wonderful evening, their spirits were high, and the widower was constantly throwing admiring glances across the table, and she smiled coyly back at him. Finally, after much thought, he found the courage to ask her, “Will you marry me?”, and after about six seconds of careful consideration she answered, “Yes-yes-yes, I will.” The evening ended on a very happy note for the widower, but by the next morning he was quite troubled because he couldn’t remember her response to his marriage proposal.

After much fear and trepidation the elderly widower picked up the phone and called his special friend. First, he explained that his memory wasn’t as good as it used to be, then finally gaining enough courage, he then cautiously inquired of her, “When I asked you to marry me, did you say yes, or did you say no. The widow paused for a few seconds, then with much joy she replied, “Why you wonderful silly man, I said, Yes-Yes I will, and I meant it with all my heart..” Needless to say the widower was delighted, his heart skipped a beat, and then to make the moment perfect, the widow quietly replied, “I am so glad that you called, because I couldn’t remember who had asked me.” They would live happily together for many years, forgetting a few things once in a while, except that they would always have each other to share the good times.

Have a great spring week, all of you.

— HAMMERTIME