I know I should love Spring with its flowers, budding trees and promise of warmer temperatures. But Spring is a tease, a tramp that promises more than it can deliver. More often than not, Spring is rainy and chilly and windy. Spring lulls you into a false hope with its one or two sunny, warm days followed by weeks of rain, wind, and cold. Down go the windows and up goes the furnace. Shorts are stashed back in drawers and coats that were cleaned and put up for storage are wrestled back onto outraged children who look at you accusingly, as if you are the fickle Mother Nature herself.
Last week, the spring storms took one of our big trees down. It already had a canker spot which was the point at which it snapped when the big winds blew through. We got very lucky as it was held up by the surrounding trees and did not smash all the way to the ground or onto Santa's gift.
for the habitat that Uncles RyRy and Paul gifted us a few years back. Here they were on April 20.