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There are a lot of things I don't like to do. But at the very top of that list of things I hate is mowing the lawn.

Last week, I started hearing that horrible sound of lawn mowers and weed whackers starting up for the first time since last fall. To many, it signifies the start of spring, when flowers bloom and tree branches fill with leaves.

To me, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Or maybe a death knell.

It was really sad seeing them like that.

Scattered, out of order, picked through, marked down and discarded for some other bargain shopper to ravage.

I went to Louisville this past weekend and spent part of the day shopping in my favorite part of town.

One of my stops was to Border's bookstore. I always look forward to going to Border's because of the great selection of books and miscellaneous items such as bookmarks, ink pens, zipper pouches, key chains, television and movie memorabilia and much more.

In a meeting Thursday morning, someone mentioned that they'd just seen a patch of March lilies blooming.

So after the meeting, I grabbed my camera and took off to get some photos of this early sign of spring. Sure enough, there they were. And on my way back to the office, I saw two more patches blooming.

I got excited. Spring is my favorite time of the year.

As the next few weeks pass, spring will gather its momentum and winter will be pushed aside for another year.

"I'm just a bill.

Yes, I'm only a bill.

And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.

Well, it's a long, long journey to the capital city.

It's a long, long wait while I'm sitting in committee.

But I know I'll be a law some day.

At least I hope and pray that I will.

But today I am still just a bill."

-School House Rock!