{"id":1276,"date":"2018-05-12T13:02:16","date_gmt":"2018-05-12T17:02:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=1276"},"modified":"2018-05-12T13:02:16","modified_gmt":"2018-05-12T17:02:16","slug":"thoughts-on-thpring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=1276","title":{"rendered":"Thoughts on Thpring"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>Thoughts on Thpring<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Spring-is-in-the-air-600x632.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-1277\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Spring-is-in-the-air-600x632-285x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"143\" height=\"151\" srcset=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Spring-is-in-the-air-600x632-285x300.png 285w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Spring-is-in-the-air-600x632.png 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 143px) 100vw, 143px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Thpring is one of my least favorite times of the year. Winter leaves me with its warmth. That may sound odd but think of it as being bundled up in lined clothing, or under a stack of blankets as the chill air tries to rouse you. You bask in the comfort of the warmth of those clothes and blankets. You sleep nestled in the comfort of she, whom you love (at least once her feet warm up). That is the warmth of Winter. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then Spring comes along. With it does come warmer weather, but it is also the harbinger of bugs and pollen and the warmth that comes with nighttime uncertainty. Do I keep the heavy blankets on tonight or just the sheets? Can\u2019t get too close to her or can I? Do I open the windows and let the cool air in so I can\u2019t breathe, due to the pollen-filled night, or put on the air conditioner, which will never kick on because it is not warm enough yet. I hate making decisions. There is no comfort in Spring. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes, the buds begin to bloom. The flowers, AH-CHOO!, begin to blossom. Sights become picturesque windows of the world. Then the oaks begin to drop their refuse. Time to sweep up the mess. Can\u2019t put out the deck table and chairs until that stops. And my blue car demonstrates how colors change when you cover blue with yellow pollen. Ahh! The joys of spring. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And of course, Spring is the precursor to Summer and all its hot days, lawn care, weeding and of course wasps. Put them all together and I long for the days of Autumn, for I know when it arrives, it won\u2019t be long before Winter comes again, with its peaceful snows and comforting warmth. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thoughts on Thpring Thpring is one of my least favorite times of the year. Winter leaves me with its warmth. 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