I love Spring.  I lov

e the flowers; the breeze and the sun poking thru the clouds.

I love the melody of birds and the awakening of the slumbering earth.

I love the damp ground and the fragrance in the air.

I love it all---

Except for the mildew.

And, my word, do I hate the fine green layer that grows with the winter and rain.  It covers everything outside our house.

It makes me twitchy.  Really.  Before the ground has defrosted, I start whining about it.

This isn’t even seen as a flaw to my hubby.  He knows me well. He tackles the green with me.

The other day I returned from the store and I heard a racket in the backyard.  My heart started pounding and my palms grew moist.

I opened the back door and saw this:

And nothing says I love you like the words etched in mildew with a pressure washer.

Oh, stop my beating heart.