There's something about the sound of a metal rake when it hits the ground for the first time each spring. For me, it "is" the sound of spring. Those metal tines whisking up winter's leftovers are like a starter's pistol signaling, "GO!" 

Autumn raking is like putting the kids to bed. Leaf piles are a sign it's time to sit back, relax, and let winter drive for a while. Spring raking, on the other hand, is summer's kickstart. I've been itching to pull out the Ace Hardware "Special Buy" rake since Easter. It practically jumps from the shed wall into my hands. March winds have left my hands with chapped knuckles and blister ready.

I head out to the edge of the property where the lawn ends and Waller Road begins, spit a "Let's Do This!" into each palm and start the raking sound of spring. A robin watches from a bud-less maple hoping I'll unearth brunch for her and the kids. A frantic squirrel searches for a misplaced stash of acorns, his routine never changing from one season to the next. 

The morning sun warms the back of my neck; I breathe in a big whiff of leaf mulch, bring the rake back, take a healthy swipe like Tiger chipping at the 2019 Masters, and smile. 

Life is good. 

Rake on.