Once I understood why I liked long hair, I could cut it off. While the weather was cool, hair brushing against my neck felt luxurious. I had to think about why it pleased me. You see, I never had anything near my neck until I grew up. When I was in my 20’s, I wore turtleneck tops and warm scarves, having moved from Tennessee to New York. I felt cosseted and pampered with luxuriously soft fabrics caressing my neck. Long hair gave me the same feeling. It wasn’t the same as the temperatures rose, and what was once a luxury became a curse. I didn’t have to live with that botheration and begged son $ to trim it. We had the barbering session on the open deck near the bird feeder. A lot of the hair blew off in the wind, but some of it was recycled. I saw a song sparrow carry off one big curl in its beak. You know the old saying, hair today and gone tomorrow.