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.