He was finally awake when we arrived at the dancing grounds. We listened to the sounds of the forest and a deer's repeated snorts as we waited. Soon three males flew out of the aspens and began singing. A rain shower and darkening clouds let us only see one dance, but David was pleased. When we got home, predictably, he was hungry and we didn't have enough food in our house.
Spring surges our son's appetite.
It was a pitiful experience. We are ill-equipped for the spring hunger, and David fantasized about food. He never finished the sentence, but I'm sure he was contemplating a shore lunch or a desk lunch. Fortunately for the fish, his teacher lets him stand in the doorway, so as not to be tardy, while he eats huge cookies he buys from Mrs. Scott, the home economics teacher. Dad, it is spring, and I'm in track, and I need more food, home-cooked food.