Sunny Sunday

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It’s starting to look and feel like spring. We’ve lived through the cyclone bomb–the photo was taken right after the storm. Thankfully, we didn’t have much damage here. Wish I could say the same for friends and family in Nebraska and Colorado.

But I’m taking advantage of good weather to start spring garden clean-up. My potatoes and snow peas are ready to go in the ground. Tomato and eggplant seedlings are doing fine in the basement along with a variety of green-leaf lettuces. Happy to be gardening again.

And, I’ve finished my paranormal romance and will start looking  for representation next week. I’ll post how it goes.

 

Sleepy Sunday

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Rain and wind yesterday, moderated today with temps in the 40’s (Fahrenheit).  But still overcast and chilly. Not a nice weather day yet. But there are robins on my lawn, so spring is coming.

And here is Fat Boy, stretched out on his bed, but ignoring his blanket. Guess he’s decided he’s too good for a $12-on-sale flannel blanket and would prefer to sleep on chenille. He picks out the little white threads, too, so eventually, I’ll have to replace the bedspread.

Bad kitty.

Snowy Sunday

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Here is the view from my front window. A March snowstorm and hopefully the last gasp of winter. Right now, the snow is coming down sideways thanks to a 30 MPH wind. Whew.

I have lots to do here in the house and don’t have to be anywhere till Thursday, so it’s all okay.

Soggy Sunday

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Yesterday, we had mixed precipitation including rain, hail, graupel, ice, and a tiny bit of snow. Not to mention the snow already on the ground.

The cloud in the photo brought us a cold front.

This morning, we have sun but the yard is soggy with about 5 inches of standing water.  Maybe the sun and wind will dry things out, allowing us to prune trees before leaving February behind.

Five years ago, I planted 13 trees not far from the house. Nine are visible in the photo, all getting ready to leaf out. Suckers and lower branches need to be removed before spring. But first, I have to NOT sink to my ankles in the swamp that my yard’s become.