Pictures of Spring in Ky

Today was the sort of windy, warm spring day that blew memories like a gentle breeze in my mind. It was impossible to stay indoors. I thought I would share some of the scenes and memories that this day brought to me.



The tractors were out in the field next to our house this morning, raking the first cutting of the winter hay. I am glad to still be so close to witness the seasons of planting and harvesting. I guess I will always be a farm girl at heart.



Finding roses blooming up in a tree on a climbing rosebush, hidden in the overgrowth, stretching towards the sun; waiting to be spotted and picked for a lovely smelling boquet. The bush came from a cutting off of a beautiful, old fashioned climbing rose that belonged to Jeff's grandmother. I had thought it was dead. It brought back memories of lazy Sunday afternoons spent in the shade next to the garden in his grandma's yard watching Sarah and Nathan play.



Replanting the flowers that I had planted earlier which fell prey to a very mischievious (evil) squirrel who tried to plant acorns in my fresh dirt. It may be war!!!



Weeding the coreopsis, just like dad would have done on his knees (except I didn't pull a pocket knife out of my pocket to help cut the weeds). These are all I have left of the yards and yards of the scattered yellow flowers that dad planted and loved so much.

Resting under the low-hanging limbs of the elm tree in our backyard and remembering all the times I played house under the huge tree at the old place when I was a little girl.

I hope wherever you are, that you have a beautiful spring day, at least in your heart!