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March Blows In
Yesterday, we woke up to the wail of tornado warning sirens, although the worst part of the storm front was actually a hundred miles south of here. Something on radar looked suspicious, so the warnings were issued. About 10:30 a.m. it was up to 68 degrees, and the wind was gusting up to 40 mph--it really rearranged all of the empty trash cans in the neighborhood, and brought down a lot of smaller dead limbs from trees. I took my exercise walk around our long block--it is almost a mile--well, 7/8 of one to be exact. The sun was playing tag with the clouds, and this is one of the views, looking southeast from our front yard, over our neighbor's house. But we hardly got a sprinkle of rain.
The breezy day had me longing for spring to really arrive, though. I was cheered when I found about five different crocus bulbs starting to open in the front yard, including this little yellow number. The back yard was full of robins who were clucking and competing with the grackles, who had arrived to take a dip in the birdbath. It turned a lot cooler overnight and tomorrow is supposed to be cooler still. We may even get some snow flurries, but nothing substantial. It's supposed to hit 60 again by next Wednesday. Who knows what flowers may open in a week?
Yesterday, we woke up to the wail of tornado warning sirens, although the worst part of the storm front was actually a hundred miles south of here. Something on radar looked suspicious, so the warnings were issued. About 10:30 a.m. it was up to 68 degrees, and the wind was gusting up to 40 mph--it really rearranged all of the empty trash cans in the neighborhood, and brought down a lot of smaller dead limbs from trees. I took my exercise walk around our long block--it is almost a mile--well, 7/8 of one to be exact. The sun was playing tag with the clouds, and this is one of the views, looking southeast from our front yard, over our neighbor's house. But we hardly got a sprinkle of rain.
The breezy day had me longing for spring to really arrive, though. I was cheered when I found about five different crocus bulbs starting to open in the front yard, including this little yellow number. The back yard was full of robins who were clucking and competing with the grackles, who had arrived to take a dip in the birdbath. It turned a lot cooler overnight and tomorrow is supposed to be cooler still. We may even get some snow flurries, but nothing substantial. It's supposed to hit 60 again by next Wednesday. Who knows what flowers may open in a week?
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