While you might be expecting an intricately woven story of a holiday weekend…I got nothing. That’s not entirely true, but it’s Sunday. It’s Easter. And, due to the distractions mentioned in the title, I don’t have time to write my way around the pictures I was planning to share.
Don’t all sigh in relief at the same time.
I hope the captions can tell the story of a spring season that was late to arrive, but seems to be firmly underway. Enjoy the second half of April.
By the way, something very special is coming on Wednesday, I can’t tell you yet, but you’re in for a treat.
Sign-of-spring – Trees budding out to soon hide the birds.
Sign-of-spring – The end of Mt. Maddie.
Sign-of-spring – Soccer goals back in place on green grass
Sign-of-spring – The AC compressor is uncovered for the season.
Some people try to get rid of these. We enjoy seeing them.
Ground cover blossom poking out behind a few leaves that didn’t get picked-up last fall.
The demand for shade tobacco is down, but they’re going to plant something in this field.
Forsythia is waking up.
We’re still waking up in time to see the sunrise.
“You OK down there?”
“I said, are you OK down there?”
“I thought he’d never leave…”
Hello Mr. Robin. Welcome back.
“Are you going to sit with me for a while?”
A little bit of autumn remains while spring is greening-up.
“Hey, it’s called spring for a reason.”
“Enough with the pictures. We’re supposed to be walking.”
Sign-of-spring – The Connecticut River is running high and fast.
“Open for plants – April 27th” I’m sure those plants are enjoying that sunshine.
They don’t look like Martins, but it seems like they’re moving in anyway.
“I hope that lady keeps tossing this stuff out here.”