It's February. I know folks think of Valentines, hearts, candy and flowers. Some folks think of snow with sledding, skiing, and building forts. I'm sure others think of President's Day and all the sales and maybe even an ex-wife's birthday.
I think of all those things, too...well maybe not the ex-wife thing. But as a country walker, late February always brings out the first skunks from hibernation. The first scent around the outside of the house early in the morning. The same curve on the lane each year where they are leaving their calling card. And sadly the first road kill.
I have never hit a skunk. I can't imagine what that must be like. Just driving past a fresh kill leaves an odor in my car for days. I'm sure a direct hit is an instant trade-in.
Anyway, strangely, this pungent odor for me is always welcomed because, more than the ground hog, it is the sign that Spring is near. Punxsutawny Phil meet South Dallas Suzy.
Footnote: There was no message intended by discussing skunks and ex-wives in the same blog.
I think of all those things, too...well maybe not the ex-wife thing. But as a country walker, late February always brings out the first skunks from hibernation. The first scent around the outside of the house early in the morning. The same curve on the lane each year where they are leaving their calling card. And sadly the first road kill.
I have never hit a skunk. I can't imagine what that must be like. Just driving past a fresh kill leaves an odor in my car for days. I'm sure a direct hit is an instant trade-in.
Anyway, strangely, this pungent odor for me is always welcomed because, more than the ground hog, it is the sign that Spring is near. Punxsutawny Phil meet South Dallas Suzy.
Footnote: There was no message intended by discussing skunks and ex-wives in the same blog.
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