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W is for….Waiting

29 Apr

I can’t believe we’re at the end of the month. I’m a few days behind but overall I’m pleased with my progress. I didn’t lag too horribly and will finish out on the first days of May.

Around here we’re waiting on Spring. In Colorado that’s an iffy sort of prospect. We’ve had snow every week this month and are expecting another snowstorm this Wednesday. But my lilac bush tells me that sooner or later this will be over.

Lilacs budding

On the other hand the thing we’re really waiting for is rain. We need it so bad! For the last two years we’ve been in a drought. This year we already have water restrictions and I’m worried that some of our trees don’t look like they’re coming back at all.

Just about every day threatening clouds roll in during the afternoons. This is what we used to think of as monsoons – hard fast storms that dumped all kinds of rain on us. But the clouds keep on moving without giving us so much as a drop. The weatherman says the rain IS falling, only it evaporates before it reaches the ground.

In a way I hope it DOES snow again on Wednesday. We need the moisture.

Oh what I would give for a good old-fashioned thunderstorm about now!

The Usual Sky

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I is for….Ice

11 Apr

Because, you know, we had a cold spell. And the neighbors didn’t turn off their automatic sprinkler system.

This is after 2 days of sunlight hitting this tree to melt the ice...

This is after 2 days of sunlight hitting this tree to melt the ice…

I really really wish I’d gotten a picture of their car which was parked next to their front lawn. But they chipped it out of the ice before I could get a shot of it. And well, because I didn’t have the guts to take the picture when they were staring at the 2 inches of ice that covered one entire side of the car because the wind had been strong and blew most of the water there.

Some days it’s a real challenge to not laugh until you can get back inside. Where no one can hear you.

I love how every blade of grass became a work of art

I love how every blade of grass became a work of art