Now that it’s springtime, I need to get back to doing yard work. It’s time to crank up the lawnmower and cut a path out to my hammock. There’s nothing worse than spilling a glass of ice cold Lynchburg lemonade when you step on a stick hidden in tall weeds and think it’s a snake. Okay, I reckon if that stick was really a snake, then that would be worse. I stand corrected. Either way, fluids will be spilled.

Speaking of fluids, with the weather getting warmer and I start swe...