Hands down the most wonderful season of them all.
A time when the
grass is growing, charcoal grills are going; and the Busch Lattes are flowing endlessly.
Dad's all over the country begin to emerge from their five month
winter DIY hibernation, turn up the John
Cougar Mellencamp tunes, (Bob Seger also is welcomed) crack open a busch
beer and begin to
paint their white New Balances green.
The time if the year when Home Depot's everywhere suddenly become flooded with
grass stained Jort (Jean shorts) Dad's arriving at 6 AM buying up all their 3 colonial base, pre primed quater round and pressure treated decking lumber.
When waking up at 5:30 on a
Saturday and consuming a hotdog is acceptable. Eating good in the neighborhood becomes your mantra, and debating whether screws or nails with a random person in line at the hardware store are the most appropriate fasteners is most definitely a common practice during this time.
A time when Dads, Sharon's, and Timmy's everywhere alike can get together and feel alright.
Truly the most wonderful time of the year.
