I once said (jokingly?) that the winters in Tennessee are seven months long. There seems to be more truth in that statement than I initially thought.
I was freezing my tootsies off on Halloween. It's now the middle of April and I'm still freezing my ass off.
Yesterday (Monday, 18th) it was 39 degrees (Fahrenheit). Last night there was frost - and more frost is expected tonight.
Spring blossoms are extremely scarce this year. When I first moved here (seven long years ago) spring was beautiful. My property was graced with gorgeous purple, pink, and white blossoms.
This year the trees look hideous, toppled trees (from the wind) are strewn everywhere, the wild "brush" has already grown several feet. Any blossoms that attempted to emerge have been killed by the frost.
I saw a timid cluster of white blossoms not far from my front yard, which seem to have survived the frost. They look curiously out of place in the drab landscape.
My Easter was absolutely horrible. My acute health issues (which I don't reveal on this blog) flared up so fiercely that I honestly thought I'd have to call an ambulance. Thankfully I managed to get through the day.
My biggest fear is that I'll die here and nobody (and I mean nobody) will give a damn or bother to check up on me. And what would become of my cat Bosco? I'm unnervingly alone......
But, of course, my problems and concerns are irrelevant to others.
I should be writing about witty, interesting, uplifting fluffy-bullcrap blogger things, but I'm just not in the mood.
Do you know what I had for Easter dinner? Tamales! I didn't purposely plan that meal, but at the moment it was the easiest thing to make. Easter eggs were out of the question, because I'm completely out of eggs.
Despite the frigid weather, the trees are finally turning green (courtesy of tumultuous rain).
I took these uninteresting photos this morning.
BACK YARD
a timid cluster of blossoms
