Get out and enjoy yourself. Soon you'll be complaining about the hot summer.
- The Old Professor
It is spring
Thank you God, it is spring
Now, where is that old mitt of mine?
It must be somewhere in this cluttered garage.
Ah yes, under that old pair of greasy coveralls.
Wow, it's kinda dried out and cracked.
A little oil should help.
Ah, there's a can of three-in-one.
That's better; now for a little fielding practice.
“Hey Dad, want to toss a few?”
Smack! Man that felt good. “How about a few more, Dad?”
It's good to be outdoors after that cold winter.
Boy, it is spring.
When is he going to call?
The prom is only three weeks off and he still hasn't called.
Mom helped me pick out a gown.
She made an appointment with the hairdresser.
There's the phone, “I'll get it, Mom.”
“Hi Johnny, You want me to go with you to the prom?
Gee, I don't know. Let me check my calendar.”
“Yes, I think that will work. I'll see you on the fifteenth.”
“Mom, where are you? Johnny finally called!”
The prom will be a perfect way to end a long, hard year at school.
Thank goodness, it is spring.
Good grief!! Just look at that garden, will you?
What a mess! I never did pull out those old geraniums.
That big snow storm broke down most of the azaleas.
The ground is still a little wet, but I think I can plant some pansies.
Thank goodness, we finished making the preparations for Sally's prom.
“Hey Sally, I could use a little help out here.”
“You were on the phone with Johnny? He's taking you to the prom?”
I kept telling her not to worry. Boys are so hesitant about making dates.
I remember how George would procrastinate until the last minute.
All he thought about was golf.
Finally, it is spring.
“Joyce, Pete called. We're going out to play a few holes this morning.”
“Do you know what happened to my putter?”
“You used it to do what? You don't pound stakes with a putter.
The guys will wonder how the heel got so scuffed.”
I hated to disappoint Bill. He wanted to toss a few more balls.
It will sure feel good to get out on the links again.
I love the smell of newly mown greens,
But I hate the smell of damp sand in the bunkers.
Why is it that my sand wedge is my most-used club?
“Hey Pete, how come the heel of your driver is all scuffed?”
It was a tough year, but now, it is spring.
