ooh baby, i like it thaw.

warmish all day,
crisp and cold all night.
it's like that.
and it's good.
hibernating animals are shaking off their stupor.
the languorous lethargy of a long night's sleep
is definitely over and done with.
we've got paw prints and hoof prints and claw marks,
and all other 'nother other kinds of spoor,
(that's poop and stuff)
letting ninjas know that the time for snoozin' is over.
don't sleep, mutha-F*ers!
that's also a pretty good indicator that the compost pile
isn't really serving it's purpose;
by all appearances,
it's really more of a 24-hour buffet for barbarian battle-beasts.
squirrels, birds, chipmunks, mice, possums, fox, raccoons.
oh my.
in just a little minute or two,
i'm sure the heavy hitters will lumber on down the montains,
looking for a slice of this tasty business.
what i mean is:
i can't wait for the big black bears to show up.
it'll be knife vs. claw at the trough, ninjas.
i'm sayin',
it's totally vegan to knife-stab a bear if it's trying to eat you.
or your compost(?).
the rules are a little dodgy on this particular point of interest,
but i'm confident that my anial-friendliness won't be questioned.
all i'm tryin' to get across here is:
i NEED a bearskin to wear as a cape.
now you know;
and if one of you duders can't produce one,
i'll be forced to fight for my right to free fur.
that's word.
it's imposible not to be taken seriously in an untanned
flayed fleshless furrier's fantasy.
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there's big semi-circles of brown
creeping out of the snowpiles.
raw earth exposed to the sunlight,
wind, rain, and melty march action.
there's nothing green, growing, or delightful... yet.
but we're comin' close.
i'm sure there's a psych-out storm or two,
waiting in the wings,
ready to rear up and strike out,
just to let mutha-uckas know what time it is.
(it's nature time, y'all.)
mama nature likes to let suckas 'play themselves'.
that's a fact.
it's the reason bungee jumping, hang-gliding,
rock climbing and white water rafting exist.
just when you think you've got some hottness,
y'know, actin' all like a master of the elements,
and lord of harsh environs an' that,
that's when big mama hands out some severe weather
fatality sauce for your face!
that's my girl.
speaking of,
we're on that riverbank swell-up,
mudslide fallout, saturation point action.
my street is mostly gone, y'all.
no, really.
big canyon-sized rocky ravines have opened up
like fluid-funneling faultlines,
all the way down to the real roads.
that's some crucial hermit assistance.
harder to get to,
farther from the beaten path.
as if folks were having an easy time getting here before,
now we've taken inaccessability to eleven.
mostly,
the rock-climbing, off-roading, floodgate fury,
is just ma nature keeping us safe.
the woodsly goodness doesn't like to let
the unworthy waterbabies weak sauce in.
hence the obstacle course.
the pre-spring thaw, kids.
like a teaser trailer for things to come.
muddy, grit-grimey, wet, and dirty.
oooh, baby, i like it thaw;
never quiet, never soft.....