pollination time

"PG, I am so horny! I don't know what is going on, but my god! I want to fuck everything I see."

"That's because it's spring time. You want to go and pollinate. You want to go spread your seed. You must fertilize everything you see."

Spring time air does that to us.
We've come out of our hibernation. We awaken from our dens to the sight of a big ball of fire in the sky. We slowly start to process the blinding light as something familiar.
We are greeted each morning by the sound of birds singing and flying through the air.
The grass is all of a sudden bright green once again.
Tulips and daffodils are pushing their way through the soil.
The sky is a shade of blue only recognizable in paintings.
The air feels so crisp and pure in the morning on the way out to our cars.
It feels so wonderful to drive with the windows rolled down and our favorite CD has never sounded so good.
The trees are full of bright red buds waiting to open.
Squirrels are doing their mating dance on the telephone wires and it's the cutest thing we've ever seen.
Our step is a little springier.
Our smiles a bit wider.
Our skin is slightly tanner.
Our legs are showing.
Our toes are showing.
Our heads are turning this way and that at all the possibilities walking in front of us.

It's spring.
Spring has sprung and we must pollinate.
We must go forth and spread our seed.
Ah, lovely, lovely spring time.
That's not the scent of flowers you smell. That's sex.