I sat on my porch with a cup of tea and listened to the birds this morning and the air was full of the fragrance from my neighbor's lilac bushes. Last night Gertrude brought me a handful of flowers from those bushes, with the neighbor's permission. While I was relaxing on the porch the local thug wannabes were making the first of many shirtless walkabouts. Slowly Spring is coming to the primordial swamp...I can already smell the sweet stench of unwashed redneck....