Spring? Okay, fine.

I am not a proponent of spring. I'll admit it. It is one of those things that make me not like other people I am around.

Like the fact that I don't want to have children of my own.

Or the fact that I hate Pot Roast.

I have covered these areas before. This just goes onto a long list of issues that make me Who. I. Am. You, my three readers, will need to deal with it.

Why am I not a proponent of spring? Because somewhere in my 30s I began to develop spring-time allergies. I never had these as a child. There was never an issue of not playing outside in the yard. Heck! I played outside in the woods!! There was a great thicket behind my house when I was growing up. There were well-worn bike trails and a small cut-out cave that had been created by children before me. It was a wonderful place to play.

My little brother and I would play outside all day/night long. There was no cable television. With the exception of Laugh-In, Carol Burnett or the Smothers Brothers, there wasn't much to watch on television.

Oh wait. There was Dark Shadows... but it was a 30 minute show, so it doesn't really count.

We played outside. We played in the woods. We played in the back yard. We rode our bikes to the top of the hill on our cul-de-sac (which we called a Dead End... because no one heard of a cul-de-sac back in the day) and we RACED our bikes down the hill as fast as we could and SLAMMED on the brakes to see who could leave a longer tire track.

We wiped out a lot too. Our driveway was gravel. There were plenty of boo-boos to be fussed over when we were growing up.

All that to say... I never came into the house with sneezing fits or teary eyes or a runny nose.

But now... now the first sign of spring bursts forth and I cannot see through the tears or stop sneezing. My head truly wishes to explode - I know, because it tells me All. Day. Long.

What has happened? If any of you have any insight to this... please fill me in.

Otherwise, I will simply return back to my American History homework and swallow another Zyrtec D.

Thank you, and good night.

Spring Cleaning at Lantern Lane Farm

I've talked about Lantern Lane Farm a few times on this blog. I wanted to share with you a great opportunity to help us out.

On April 10, 2010 starting at 9:00 a.m. we will be having a volunteer work day. That means we need your help.

You. The Volunteer. We need your help. I'll even keep my comments to myself if you wear orange.

We are going to do some work around the farm. We will be working both indoors and out. We need to clean and organize the barn. We need to wash the fencing. We need to spray weed killer around the fencing as well.

We will also work on the Selah House. There is some staining that needs to happen there as well as a good "spring cleaning". We are also going to work on some of the flower beds and mulch, etc.

If you work with a scout troop that needs to work on their badges, we would love to have the help! Please come out! It will be hard work, but so much fun too!

Please go to www.lanternlanefarmtn.net and click on the Get Involved Tab - and then the calendar tab. If you go to the April calendar, you will see a place where you can sign up to help. We'd love to see you there!

It was a West Wing Kinda weekend...

I had a friend that spent a few days with me this weekend. We hung out and laughed on occasion. My friend got to experience life at my house with the parentals and the blind dog.

But that's okay. We watched the West Wing.

Have I ever mentioned my absolute love and obsession for the television series that was The West Wing? I love this series. LOVE it. As far as I can tell... it was the very best written television show OF. ALL. TIME.

AND... there were more than just 12 episodes in a season.

My friend and I watched the entire First Season and most of the Second one.

At some point, I headed over to Lantern Lane Farm and did something I have never done before...

I cleaned out a miniature horse's stall.

I believe the correct term is muck. I had to actually look up that word because it just sounds dirty. There's a reason for that... it IS dirty. It derives from a middle English word from the 13th Century, pretty much meaning manure.

I guess it would sound silly to say that I manured out a stall. So, muck it is.

Now, I see the three of you who read this post, and I know you are saying to yourself... "It's a minature horse. How bad could it be?" Well... let me just tell you, little Aurora - that's her name - leaves PLENTY of jewels for her friends.

I was her friend last week.

She left me a wheelbarrow full of muck. Or, manure. Or poop. Maybe I should say I pooped out the stall.

Oh. No. That doesn't sound good at all.

So, I spent time with my friend. I did not take any pictures of her, even though there were opportunities to do so. I am trying to make up for something I did last week. And I mucked out a stall and fed a bunch of beautiful horses - and a couple of donkeys, can't forget them.

Oh... and I attended my nephew's championship basketball game. They won. They are undefeated. THAT I took pictures of. Enjoy.