Outdoor Happenings
…near our home during the past two weeks.
March 1 to 18
It’s good to be home and see airplanes in the sky, rather than be in the airplane – and I love to fly.
The trees in this sunset look so familiar.
We were home only one day when I saw this familiar scene – farm machinery across the road, even if it is a manure spreader.
A young driver failed to make the sharp turn at Jere and Kristen’s house last weekend – taking out one of their pine trees.
When I looked out the window the other day, the fields were full of seagulls. I don’t know if they were migrating, or just came inland for all the goodies they find in our fields.
…and we live about three hours from the ocean.
Last weekend we had several cool, rainy days, eventually melting any snow that remained.
Our winter was over quickly, and within days the crocus were blooming.
The past few days have been glorious, with temperatures in the sixties.
I always miss my mother when the crocus bloom, as they were a gift for our tenth wedding anniversary in September 1973.
When she handed the small bag to me with ten (kind of ugly) crocus bulbs, she said, “This is not a pretty gift, but they will be pretty in spring.”
She never saw them bloom, because she died on March 16, 1974, after a short illness and complications from cancer.
