And They Call This Spring

The ditch is flowing.
I've been mowing.
April wind's blowing.
And...it's SNOWING!!!

Well, shut my mouth. I was almost feeling a little guilty for not blogging this whole dang month -- and I was gonna wait until May Day. Taking a little spring blog break.

But when I opened the shades this morning and saw it snowing, I just had to do something. Besides laugh, I mean. The world's wackiness is a continual source of delight, isn't it?

Holy shit! It's April 29. I've been mowing constantly. Was going to water the lawn today. Guess now I can just hole up in my nice, warm house and watch it snow. Again. Still.

Oh, it's beautiful on the green grass. Our daffodils made it; tulips too. We even had a huge young buck with sprouting antler buds yesterday in the back pasture. I was fixin' to go get pots and flowers and a cherry-tomato plant for a Topsy-Turvey porch planter.

April snow showers may mean no flowers. At least until mid-May.

WTF???

Indigestion, tummy troubles,
Rumbling in the bowel.
Thick round glasses make me look like
Some old wise, gray owl.
Turkey wattle, chicken skin,
Aging is most fowl.
Some days really make me feel like
Throwing in the towel.

Must be the snow. Yep. It's April 1, and this is no joke. It's snowing like a mo-fo. Hard.

Our daffodils are drooping;
Our crocuses may croak.
It is April Fool's Day,
But this ain't no spring joke.

Weirdest, wackiest, winter weather I've ever seen. And it's spring. As if.