Oh, how I love this time of the year.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
A night of restlessness.
Stormy, swirling skies, lightening bolts all around.
The morning mists, quietly gather and gently wrap the rain-soaked earth.
Tornado season is once again upon us. The Tennessee Valley endured a sleepless night of tornadic mayhem, trees down, roofs blown off, flooding.Be safe, adhere to the warnings, have an emergency plan in place.
I puddle up the neighborhood
I make the postman mad
I wake the worm and spank the frog
Sleeping on his lily pad
And when the tulips in their beds
Nod happily, it's true
I shake the petals of their hands
And say, How do you dew?
Each April our fair city holds it's annual Spring Cleanup. Once a week you can discard all of your unwanted items curbside and the city picks them up for free.It has become a public free-for-all, if it's out on the curb then it's free for the taking. Everyone understands if you help yourself to the freebies then be courteous enough to make sure the remainder is left in an orderly fashion, and not strewn haphazardly across the home owner's lawn. We call it 'ditch-diving'.
My daughter has 'picked' endless useful items throughout the years, it's almost unbelievable what people will discard.Today, she spotted this antique hall tree laying at the curb. A beautiful piece of history, tossed aside.
It now has a new home, and will be well -loved.