Three Bags...

Spring is the time when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. My fancy has more earthy concerns. My mind turns to thoughts of poop.
While the return of warm weather isnpires some to rake their lawns, tend their garden, or go for a long walk in the woods, it motivates me to grab a plastic grocery bag and venture out into the newly revealed backyard where like a giant Easter bunny, Mike the Labroador Retriever has been depositing spring surprises since the snow began to fly last November.
Buried by successive snow storms some of the little packages have been in the deep freeze for months. So like Groundskeeper Willie, I spring into action at the first sight of defrosted lawn, before my neighbors, or my nose, tells me that I've been remiss in my duties.
Consequently, yesterday morning while the neighbors power walked with dumbells in their hands and the dog cavorted in the sunshine, I was stooping over a fragrant bundle with a plastic bag in one hand,
"Enjoying the weather?" asked one sweat sujited stroller.
"Yes, sir. Yes,sir. Three bags full."