What flower this be..cold and wet?
The Snowball bush has left me yet? But wait...
Tis not a flower, tis a clod of hail.
And my garden looks all frozen and frail.
The sky was dark, The earth was white.
It was a fearful, awesome sight.
(We had a spring storm move over us yesterday afternoon that just about rearranged the landscape around here. Lightening, thunder and hail rained down on us. It was a purple cell on the weather channel. Quite exciting but, oh, my poor irises and roses.
I think Mother Nature is having a hard time letting go this year. She loves to speak in excesses when she knows that Summer is coming. Like a child that knows how to get attention, she decided to have a tantrum yesterday and let us know that she is still, and always will be, someone who commands respect.
I think this was her last hurrah until next year. Today, the sun shines...
