Every now and then I sneak a self-portrait into my artwork. The little guy in the hat pretty well sums me up right now. I get through the snowy months by playing mind games with myself - "days are getting longer" - "only two more weeks until the Daytona 500" - "daffodil tops are already peeking through the soil" - in other words, I survive Winter by pulling the wool over my own eyes. And, silly me - I generally end up believing my own sales pitch.
Thankfully - I live in an area of the country that really DOES begin to see Spring in late February. You people in Alaska and Canada and New England and the upper Midwest - Lord Have Mercy - I have no idea how you do it.
From here in the Carolinas, I really can see Spring just around the corner. Next week they will load the car haulers and head to Daytona, and if I close my eyes, I can even smell the motor oil on hot metal and the sweet scent of burning tire rubber. That's as good as jasmine in my book.
Last Friday was COUNTDOWN FRIDAY
I was so busy with my hat down over my eyes, chanting "There's No Place Like Spring...There's No Place Like Spring..." that I let it slip by without a nod.
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, THE COUNT WAS 246