Incredible blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff, it surely feels like we are slap in the midst of summer with this 86 degree heat.
Flowers are bursting out in full bloom, a virtual rainbow of colors, each day, a new surprise.
The wild turkeys are parading their new poults, the flock continues to grow.
Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Springtime
Pop-up storms make their way through each evening, a welcomed gesture to cool the night air.
We'll take whatever help we can get.
Labels:
Flowers in Spring,
pop-up storms,
wild turkeys
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
View Through My Window
I've enjoyed this view of the flowering Cherry Tree for well over a month now.
Each year it graces us with it's beauty, and is always the first in bloom before all others.
The recent frost has taken it's toll, but I'm certain it will return next year, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Easter Blessings
ALL I EVER NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM THE THE EASTER BUNNY
Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket.
Walk softly and carry a big carrot.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy.
Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.
Good things come in small sugar-coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s basket.
An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.
To show your true colors – you have to come out of your shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.
~ Author Unknown
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
Floating Along
Another day of rain.
Six inches of the stuff, the ground is soaked.
Even Freddie the frog has taken to higher ground.
Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs -
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs -
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.
~ The Pond, Amy Lowell
Labels:
Amy Lowell,
little frog pond,
rainfall,
Spring
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
Returning
Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire. ~Virgil

Friday, April 1, 2022
April Showers Bring May Flowers
A steady spring rain has fallen all day.
The little pond is overflowing.
Soft rainfall makes for happy flowers, and one grateful little frog.
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