In Wisconsin, there are a lot of clues to which season we're in. The buds on the trees in spring, the wildflowers in summer, the colorful leaves in fall and the icy wasteland in winter.
Closer to home, you can tell the season by how much hair Nature Boy has on his head. In spring, he has just a goatee. In summer, he'll let me shave his head. In fall, he lets what's left of his hair grow in and in late fall and winter he has a full beard.
Last week, though, the beard came off, leaving me scrambling for a calendar.
"What the hell?" I asked, pretty sure he didn't understand how much I depend on his hair for a forecast of the season. How would I know when to start my seeds without the shaving of the beard at the correct time?
Apparently, with hunting season over and indoor work for the winter, he doesn't need the blanket of hair to keep his face warm.
Still, it's strange to see a naked face when there's snow on the ground. I hope the robins aren't as confused as I am.
4 comments:
so is this winter and the outstanding work for him different from other winters?
Traditions are there to be kept ;)
Yes... Nature Boy works construction and for the last few years he's worked outside doing new construction for apartment buildings. This year he's working inside doing interior remodeling. I get it... I just don't approve. :-)
It's not my husband and I'm confused. Seasons? What are these things you speak of? There is something other than hot and not so hot?
HA! I like it. Who needs to look out the window?
xo
erin
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