We had another good rain for our gardens, but it has caused the grass to grow almost faster than my lawnmower can cut it. I don't know where all of the birds have come from, but they can empty four feeders in a matter of two days. It is starting to get expensive.
I was very happy that we received a nice rain this past week, compliments of tropical storm Bill. When we live this far inland from the oceans, the storms do lose some of their velocity, but thank God for the precious rain. It was getting close for me to drag out the fabled hosepipe to quench the thirst of my small garden.
I am hoping that the weather will cooperate with me this past weekend. It seems that I will be having to write this in the future tense. Our state park system allows us to do online reservations for the various campgrounds.
Looking out my back kitchen window, I find a miracle of technology wandering the large hay field behind my home. When I was just sitting in my highchair, yes, I can remember that, there was a mowing machine pulled by two mules that would cut the straw left behind by another mule powered device that cut the tops off of the wheat.
I am sitting in front of my computer writing my article and listening to the rain patter against my window. With all of my garden finally planted, it is still such a job staying ahead of the abundance of weeds that the rain has also helped.
Well, I enjoyed another great weekend with decent weather and very nice temperatures. Before too long, the mornings will be tolerable and from midday on way too hot. This week Anthony Gray and I did not get out to do a little birding. I hope to get back on track next week with my best Bubba.
It was so good to have a little spell of rain this past weekend. It seems that the rain that falls is so much better for our gardens than what comes out of our hosepipes. People from other areas have trouble understanding the concept of a hosepipe. I have always called it that.
Another beautiful weekend was available to any of us who were willing to get out and enjoy it. For me this has been a great opportunity to get down on my knees and do a little work in my garden.
Oh my poor tired feet. I feel like I have walked a hundred miles in the past two days, but I really know better. It was so very good to see old friends and make some new ones at the 38th Annual Elsie Quarterman Glade Festival.
We are standing on the threshold of May, and all I can think about is getting things planted in my vegetable garden. Just the thoughts of having home grown tomatoes at my disposal gets my mouth to watering.
If April showers bring May flowers, what did the Mayflower bring? The Pilgrims, of course. All of this rain here lately really have the yard mowers busy, and me included.
What a beautiful weekend we had, birds singing, flowers starting to bloom. Kind of makes you want to get outside and get a little dirt underneath your fingernails. I have a climbing rose to plant, right where it might hide my Direct TV satellite receiver. Those things can almost be an eyesore. They might even make a good wok to cook on, if you can get them clean enough.
What a great Easter this year with my family and especially my grandchildren. It was not the same after losing my mother back on March the 10th, but we did manage to fix a very good meal, with plenty eggs to hide for the little ones.
The sun is shinning bright this morning, but there is still a chill in the air that lasted all day long. Next Sunday is Easter, a day most celebrated, really for the wrong reasons. As a child, I couldn't wait to find the eggs that had been hidden by the Easter bunny
Thank the good Lord, Spring is finally here, with sunshine and warm temperatures. I am almost ready to do some serious camping, out to cedar forest.
This has been a very hard week for me and my brother and all of our children. My Mother passed away on the 10th of March. The funeral was not a sad situation, as many friends kept us in their thoughts and prayers.
There is always someone who thinks about predictions about the weather. Up in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, people have taken it upon themselves to turn to a large rodent to let them know when spring arrives.
It sure was nice to finally be able to get back into my regular routine of Saturday bird watching. After our Peking fix, Anthony Gray and I thought it would be a good idea to check out the old blown-out bridge on Cedar Creek at North Dickerson Chapel Road.
I am not sure of what went wrong, but I am having to write my bird story all over again. My new computer must have a mind all to itself. The weatherman was right on for this past weeks snow and ice storm.
What a rollercoaster ride with the weather this weekend. Saturday started out with decent temperatures, wearing only a lite jacket. After leaving our, Lebanon Senior Citizen Center Valentine Dance, I almost froze walking the short distance to our car.
Another beautiful Saturday was had by all who wanted to get out and enjoy it. Driving by the Don Fox park, I could see that it was very crowded, with many folks walking in the sunshine almost elbow to elbow.
This past Saturday was bright and sunny, but the temperatures kind of stayed on the chilly side. It seems like every week that I give my opinion about the weather, good or bad. That does seem to have some kind of bearing on seeing birds.
This past Saturday started out with fluffy snow which covered just about everything, thank goodness, except the roads. As soon as the dawn broke, I had a plethora of birds jockeying for position at my bird feeders.
What a beautiful Saturday we had right in the midst of Winter and it should hang on for a few more days. It was great to get outside and not have to wear heavy coats.
I certainly hope that this past "Polar Vortex" will be the last that we hear of it until next year. Maybe they can come up with some completely new phrase to call a cold spell.
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