Skullduggery

Underhanded, fishy, suspicious. . .  What exactly is going on with the weather?

It's nearly 80 degrees in Wisconsin today. There should still be snow on the ground.
Pure trickery, that's what it is. Our red maple is has been completely fooled,

as well as the farmer down the road. He was discing his field yesterday. I'm sure

the farmer will be fine but I'm not so sure about our maple. Too warm too soon.

Waves of Spring

Waves of

Spring

by Karen

Fresh air.

Cool breezes.

Happy hair.

Tickle sneezes.

Doggie smiles.

Outdoor play.

Windows wide.

Snow away.

Bare arms.

Spring clean.

Busy farms.

Things green.

Bright eyes.

Birds singing.

Mud pies.

Kids swinging.

Bared toes.

Creeks flowing.

Seed sows.

Buds showing.

March 2012

Welcome Back!

WRITTEN IN MARCH

by William Wordsworth

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!