Spring is in the Air

As I was working in my yard the other day (removing dog poo from it) something caught my eye. In the sea of brown was splash of color. It wasn't the yellow-brown of my grass, the red-brown of the dirt on my car, or any other type of brown the dog may have deposited. It was green. The green of the first buds of the cherry tree, and the first brave shoots of the tulips exploding forth in all their majesty. As I sat pondering the beauty of spring I contemplated the renewal of life, the precarious balance of nature, and the passing of the seasons.
I was beginning to contemplate world peace and was a few seconds from realizing a truly simple yet flawless plan for implementing it, when I was assaulted with another of the sounds of spring. The tornado siren. Thoughts of the Wizard of Oz pushed out all the constructive ideas that had been building, and I was forced to begin assessing my chances of survival and looking for cover. When I was safely tucked away inside the hall closet with a box of cereal and can of warm sprite my mind began working again. It was a bright and clear spring day. Tornado season hasn't started yet. It was exactly 12:00 on a Saturday. Standard time for the tornado siren tests. What a relief.
Now I knew all along that there really wasn't a tornado, ha ha. I just like to test myself to check my response time. Once again, I performed superbly, not being burdened by having to shove the children inside the closet because they were safely vacationing in a tornado free part of the country. But for now, I can only have my stop watch at the ready for the next time the siren sounds, and I get to cram the kids into the smallest room in the house for an undetermined amount of time. At least until I realize that it was only a test.