Oh February

Guess what woke me up this morning? Birds. Happily singing in the naked trees in my back yard. They were singing the songs of spring. Guess what was singing in the front yard? Meadow Larks. Guess what the air smells like this morning? Spring. Then I noticed that the silly ground hog said it was going to be an early spring.

February is such a fickle month. We might even hit 70 degrees today. It is trying to lure me into to thinking that I could dream of gardens, and seeds and dream of flowers growing in the pasture. I won't fall for it this year. Nope, I have learned. As soon as my guard is down, boom, cold, icy weather, wind blowing, sideways rain, not the mention the bane of my life, tumbleweeds.

This was last February. There are more tumbleweeds out across the field just waiting for the chance to blow over here.

These things were huge, I know they don't look that big but some of them were as big as cars. It took me so long to drag them away.

We have these winds called Santa Ana winds. It is winds that blow from the east. In Bleak House Mr. Jarndice will say when something is bad that the wind is blowing from the east. Well around here when the winds blow from the east this is what we get.

So I won't fall for it this year. I will ignore the birds singing, the wonderful feel of the sunshine on my face, the lure of the soft soil that keeps calling my name.

I hope you have a lovely day,
~Kim~