Mondays in Springtime

I love the way the wind rustles the trees in the springtime. I know it is just a matter of time before the katydids appear and beginning their humming music. The south is a world of its own. Of course there is always the yellow pollen dust that covers the cars if you are parked outside. Just when your heart starts that twitter-pating, a few good sneezes bring you right back into reality.