Nipped in the Bud

I thought it was spring but it is supposed to be 20F tonight. It was nasty cold today, but it will warm up tomorrow. Sadly some trees had rather over-confidently put forth their lovely blossoms. Oh well. That's life.
I'm beginning to think I may have to take up dumpster diving as a living instead of a hobby. My hard won pension is going into the gas tank not to mention the grocery store. Oh well. That's life.
I did find five almost new tee shirts, long and short sleeved. I was going to launder them and take them to Goodwill, then I decided to keep them. They look quite nice on me, even if they are size men's extra large. The one with the ad for Roswell Space Alien beer isn't quite my style, but that's OK. Maybe I could sell it on eBay. I also found a light-weight aluminum ladder for getting to the upper story of my pop top van. Then there are the pecans. After a dust storm the other day, neglected pecan trees bestowed their bounty everywhere. When I walk the dogs I fill my pockets with valuable protein and remember my deprived childhood when my father would return from his yearly trip to the U.S. with a pecan roll that he had purchased at a Stuckeys. My mother would shave off a slice for each of us on Sunday afternoons, and that pecan texture, taste, aroma and flavor was never more appreciated! Now I kick the precious objects out of my way when my pockets are full, as though they were worthless. Oh well. That's life.