Backward Mutters

It’s springtime, and you know what that means, sportsfans? Yep, time to muck out the barn and get that manure spreader working. The smell, just about here, about knocked me off my bike today. And the head wind, pushing all that odiforous, punginacity? I couldn’t get away fast enough.

Springtime also means wysteria. This was the best smelling place I came across today.