Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
The new spring grass is growing at a phenomenal rate, I suspect it has something to do with all of the rain that fell throughout the months of February and early March.
The wind is blowing a gale.
Birds are literally flying sideways.
Each time I look out of the window, the windmill is turning a hundred miles an hour, if only I knew how to convert that energy into electricity, my utilities would be free for a month !
It's a balmy 77 degrees today, in early March, we are headed for a night of thunderstorms, and mayhem.
My plans were to start a little outdoor spring cleaning this weekend, but you know what they say about the best-laid plans of mice and men.........
The weather has turned wet and cold, with whispers of snow in the forecast, so most of the cleaning will take place on the inside, accompanied by a cozy fire, and pots of tea galore.
Our state has endured the most rainfall on record in the past 139 years for the month of February, rivers are out of their banks, livestock has been moved to higher ground.
The grass is growing at a crazy rate, the little toad house has been occupied more than once this rainy season, the frogs are happy....