Madness and Mayhem

Our little town was deluged with rain for twenty four hours, seven inches of the stuff, causing the town creek to once again overflow it's banks and flood the town.

It was a night of madness and mayhem, rain, tornado warnings, hail, wind and sleeplessness.

Sadly, it seems to be getting worse each spring.

*Thank you for your concerns, we are safe.

Spring Days

Our typical March weather roars in like a lion, tornado warnings, high winds and torrential rain.
The temperatures in the mid-seventies, perfect for Spring clean-up, except the rain continues to fall by the bucket-load.

A flock of wild turkeys have taken up residence in the yard, standing in the rain, as if they are enjoying a gentle shower. 

It's an encouraging sight to see forty or more wild turkeys when other areas of the state, are experiencing a decline in numbers.

 

Scratching through the wet soil.

Unfazed and happy.

Unfolding

A few days of warm sunshine, and everything is unfolding from a winter's sleep.
Fingers crossed Mother Nature is not playing a joke.

 

 

Were I to live a thousand years,
 I still would know that flaming thrill,

That rush of joy when first appears

 —the golden daffodil.

A thousand times my heart would sing

When purple irises unfold;

Or when forsythia's branches bring

Their dazzling showers of gold.

I could not see an almond tree

With branches all a rosy glow

But that a tide of ecstasy

Would through my being flow

Were I to see, a thousand times,

Blue scilla bells amid green grass,

I know I'd hear their fairy chimes

As I would pass.

Were I to live a thousand years

I'd never watch the nesting birds

Except through eyes bedimmed with tears,

My tongue bereft of words.

Were I to weave ten thousand lays,

Knew I a thousand songs to sing,

I still would lack the power to praise

—the miracle of Spring.

Silver Lining ~Wilhelmina Sitch 1888

 

 

Welcome Spring

Hello Spring, we've been waiting for you..... your healing sunshine is desperately needed.

The Robins have returned, a sure sign you have arrived.

Our days have warmed up nicely.

New grass and flowers are beginning their journey to awaken.

Songbirds have returned, and there's a nightly croaking of a frog heard at the tiny pond.

Springtime appears.

 

Flowers are budding

Birds are nesting

Bunnies are hopping

Frogs are croaking

 

"An altered look about the hills;

A Tyrian light the village fills;

A wider sunrise in the dawn;

A deeper twilight on the lawn;

A print of a vermilion foot;

A purple finger on the slope;

A flippant fly upon the pane;

A spider at his trade again;

An added strut in chanticleer;

A flower expected everywhere ..."

- Emily Dickinson,

Color Comes To Town

I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.

The redbud is a tree that is valued far more than its small size might suggest. This lovely harbinger of spring has been called “a breath of fresh air after a long winter” and no less than “one of our most beautiful native trees” writes tree expert Michael Dirr, of The Arbor Day Foundation.

It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.

—Shaku Selvakumar

Of Cabbages and Tea

My latest little teapot.

Perfect for Spring .

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Spring Forward

This Sunday at 2:00 am our annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.
Spring is not far behind,  just six short days,  what a lovely thought...…

 

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My sweet daughter  (the crafty one) stopped by this morning, with the cutest little bunny wreath.

She is a talented and thoughtful girl, and she always amazes me with her creations.

Her chickens are laying heartily, so many different colors of eggs, they look like they've been dyed for Easter .....

Home Sweet Home

A glorious sunshiny day today.

I've been busy as a bee, changing out the now-tired Winter decorations and replacing them with Springtime favorites.

The birds are feathering their nests, fluffing and cozying for the next generation.

A season of re-birth, promising new beginnings and hopefulness.

 

 

 

" Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts "

                                                 ~ Oliver Wendell  Holmes                 

Heavenly-Scent

Enjoying a new candle as of late,  intoxicatingly delicious, especially on these early March days, when the sun shines hot and the winds blow cold....

 

 

Stirring

 The calendar says Winter, and yet daffodils are in bloom.

The first snowdrops dangle from green stems.

A sweet scent, like a hundred daffodils blooming in a distant wood, perfumes the air.

Green blades cut through dark earth.

Buds open on bare branches.

Wind rattles the windows.

Rain splashes against the panes.

The promise of spring stirs my heart.