Sunday

You know it's coming, you can't move forward without it, it's not unusual. All that is true. But you don't have to like it!

It's a cold and wet morning. A few storms rumbled through at night, but they left no mark on the landscape. The rain, however, stayed with us -- a steady rain that will make all plants and weeds grow rapidly. A steady rain that by evening will change to snow. 

We do get snow in April. Sometimes. Not every year. Perennials don't mind it in the early stages of the growing season, but they do not like the heaving temperatures. A fifty degree drop (like the one we had this weekend) is not good for them, though most will struggle through without great damage. The daffodils will topple under the brutal combination of wind and snow, so that's a shame, but we did have a lovely week of blooms so I'm not going to mind when I wake up tomorrow to see them buried under heavy wet stuff.

My morning walk isn't too bad. The rain does make everything that much more vibrant and fresh.

 

But of course, breakfast is back in the kitchen, where it shall remain now for several weeks.

I had put off finishing my taxes and doing my mom's until a rainy day and so there you have it -- my Sunday is set for me. I spend a boring set of hours filling out forms.

In the evening, the young family is here for dinner. 

It was a highlight of the day, most definitely. 

One more form to fill out (tomorrow, as the cold wet weather will continue to torture us one more day) and then I can get back to discovering the joys of spring. Earlier today, I saw Virginia bluebells blooming. And we have a woodpecker in the willow who has the strangest singing voice. Oh, and an ornamental plum (at least we think that's what it is) opened up its delicate white flowers this morning. So much to see and love out there, once this tricky period of rain, snow and taxes gets behind us.