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.
Here's wishing you all a wonderful new year. Yesterday, who else, Anthony Gray picked me up for our normal Saturday feast and then headed out to the north east part of the county to see what was lurking there.
Well, it's refreshing to be starting a new year. I thought that I might think back to the year 2014 and some of the things that went on in my year. We had one of the coldest temperatures back in January where it dropped down to four degrees for about three days.
The countdown to another year has begun. This past year had to be the quickest one in my entire life. I have always heard that the older you get the faster they go by.
Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. I thank God for the birth of his son, and let us all rejoice, because Jesus is the reason for the season.
Does it seem possible that Christmas is only a week and a day away? I hope you have finished your shopping by now and all you have left to do is wrap presents.
I am really looking forward to this years Christmas parade and am in hopes of getting some great pictures to share with our readers of The Wilson Post.