What a Difference

So this has become a somewhat distant memory. 

The grass is green. It's been mowed once already. The spring bulbs have nearly run their course. I expect the fragrance of the lilacs in a week or so. The almost second snowiest winter on record and the struggle to shovel are past. Windows are open. Breezes are enjoyed. Robins are back to waking me up at 5:15 a.m.

With this has come a surprising event.

There is a great lack of rain. We've had the cool, heavily overcast weather that portends rain, but as for rain itself, it's not so much. This is a far cry from last year's April that sticks in the mind as nothing but rain.

It's hard to look into the future, with the grass and trees lush, but it's dry below the ground cover. I have never seen so many squirrels coming to the bird bath for a drink as I do now. I have to keep it really clean. Thursday night, there was a clatter and I heard Pilchard, at the back door, growling. A quick look outside and there was a raccoon in the bird bath, not just drinking, but in the bath, rolling. If the local wildlife is coming to my birdbath for water, this could be a long summer of drought.

Friday, we got a morning of heavy rain.

It was that lovely warm spring rain, too, the stuff you don't mind getting wet in. Cleaned out the bird bath very nicely. There were no puddles. Everything soaked in. We could use a week of that kind of rain.

Beverage:  Dr Pepper

Deb