Monday, April 18, 2005
Mean Days
April is not really the cruelest month, but there are some days that aren't all bunnies and rainbows. Today was edgy. The birds showed that all that singing and cooing presages the deadly serious matters of staking out a territory, and nesting. By twos, threes, and fives, birds of a feather rocketed back and forth through the treetops, fighting for turf and mates. Jolly robin red-breasts were taking no prisoners today, and the geese out on the pond were in a big set-to, sounding like a convention of bicycle horn enthusiasts. Maybe it was the weather; we've had an unusually warm and dry spring, and today was in the 80's, windy and dust-blown, with dry brown leaves rattling across the cement driveway like scuttling little sand crabs, and big-leafed garden plants lay almost flat on the ground, the gusty wind sucking them dry of moisture. Then abruptly late in the afternoon, the sun turned pale and watery, and the air cooled, as high stratus clouds rode in on the jet stream from the southwest, and later ugly scud clouds hung below the high, grey ceiling, the vanguard of turbulent hail storms brewing up over the plains of eastern Nebraska. It could be a bumpy night.
// posted by IBOY @ 8:55 PM 
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Take care! those kind of storms scare me....never had twisters in CA where I lived and the thought of them gives me the willie's. Keep safe. (and keep postin those pics...I love em!)
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