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.

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 .....

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.