|Cruising the snow roads on the last day of bobcat season|
I am ignoring all the signs and symptoms even though I know they are there. I see it get worse every day, I just refuse to admit what is inevitably occurring. Much as a college student might choose to deny the existence of the piling up dishes or a full laundry hamper, I am choosing to deny the ever changing conditions. My wife loves to remind me of the situation and she is constantly using the dreaded “S” words more and more of late. Open windows in the living room during the day, motorcycle engines resounding through the neighborhood, and I hope in a very far off time the annoying drone of lawn mower engines. I cannot hide from it any longer, there is a truth I must face, the “S” words are fast approaching, Spring and the hideous Summer are headed my way.
|Sitting on one of the last call stands of the season|
|Bobcat tracks found near the end of the season|