It ain't right to have a snow storm after the Forsythias are in bloom but we shrug and take what Mother Nature offers.
A wet, heavy snow fell and flattened my Wax Crepe Myrtle and just about everything else except the oak trees.
Four inches fell at my house.
Ten minutes into shoveling a narrow path leading to grass for the dogs, I had enough of snow for the year. Yes, I know I cried and whined about missing snow but dang it’s March in the southeast!
Our Robins are also wondering what’s up with this white stuff.
There are two pairs of Bluebirds here now. I feel privileged.
I shared my Craisins with the Mockers. It’s conceivable that a Mocker will pick a Craisin from my palm. Really.
Not much to say this week. I'm flat in the words department and my camera is collecting dust! After coming home from work, already feeling tired, I’m unloading rooms, reloading, and cleaning around painters’ stuff. They have lots of it.
Jeff is an artist. I think he’s going to love transforming my master bathroom and dining room. He also loves the birds.
It might be a while before I have the time and energy to put a post together or visit my favorite blogs. I want to put my house back together first.