S...l...o...w...l...y But Surely ! ! !

Now, that's a funny title isn't it? 

Yes, I'm referring to Spring! And Mother Nature. She takes her time. When she sees fit to make it happen. It gradually "breaks" through.

I think the birds are more excited than ever. The early arrivals are checking out nesting sites, and other birds are happily singing their spring song. And you're patiently waiting for the days to get warmer. Yes, you've been teased. But that's just typical New York spring weather. A warm week, then back to winter, and then the rains start- .

But now we know better - the days are getting longer, the grass is greening up, the peepers are "peeping", the perennials are popping up and the spring bulbs are starting to show their colors. And oh, how we love the smell of the earth after a rain. Did you know there was even a name for that? It's called petrichor. Who knew??? It's actually the smell of the dry earth after a rain. Here is an article on why and how that happens: Why Rain Gives Off That Fresh Earthy Scent

The trees are showing their little buds swelling up and getting ready to burst open. But why does it take so long for these trees to green up and display their leaves?

How impatient we are. . . 

Come on Spring - Let's get this thing started!

Happy Easter to All! 

May your Spring be filled 

with sunshine and glorious memories!

Cloudy, With a Chance of Rain (or Snow???)

It's that time of year again. Spring! On the calendar anyway. Still awhile before we will be able to plant outdoors in the north, but if we do get snow it shouldn't last too long.

Were you ever a fan of Simon and Garfunkel? If so, you might remember some of the words to one of their songs, "Cloudy". It was on the album Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. If you click on the link below, it might refresh your memory.

So what better way to enjoy this time of year than to study the clouds and watch them blow by and reveal to us the sun and warm days that are hiding behind them.


Here are the lyrics to "Cloudy" that was co-written by Paul Simon and Bruce Woodley of the Seekers.


Cloudy. The sky is gray and white and cloudy,

Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me

And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a rag-a-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile

I left my shadow waiting down the road for me awhile.
Cloudy. My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,

They have no borders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell

From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel

Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill

Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time

Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?

These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?

And they linger there to die
They don't know where they're going, and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy
Cloudy
Cloudy

Don't let all the cloudy days discourage you, 

but let it inspire you! Have a great Spring!

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