A fresh smell of mildew

How I love spring. Things are so green. The sun is so warm. The stench of fresh mildew is everywhere.

I hate this time of the year. Don’t get me wrong, I do love spring. From March into April things start to come alive: the sky is blue, the sun is shining, small animated bluebirds sing merrily throughout an idealized old South. Then come the dark times when it either rains or threatens to rain constantly and everything is absolutely soaked through. I hate the stink of wet. I’ve had clothes hung up in my house for two days and they’re still not dry. Horrible – especially when you put on damp shorts in the morning.

What a way to start the day.