Spring Spring Spring!
April Showers and April Flowers....Ah, April again!
The urge to snap....
Hammers are pounding across the street as a new structure is joining the neighborhood. The roofers are trying to get at least the plywood sheets on before the sheets of April rains dampen the builders' spirits.
Welcome as the rains will be, I made the rounds of watering roses, tulips, jonquils, grape vines, and other shrubs and fruit trees that needed gallons of encouragement while the April showers lined up to deliver or not.
While the sun was shining, however, the first order of the day was to capture some of the abundant April beauty that is already showing forth. It isn't time for gladiolas and snapdragons here, but it was time to snap, and snap, and snap the perishable beauty of the April moment.
The watering got done, too, and the April rain arrived as a pittance, or a prelude, later in the day after first blocking out the welcomed sunshine.
Cherry blossoms and time to hang out the "Vacancy" sign.
The saying is that "April showers bring May flowers." April has its own beauty, if we just look around and put our cameras to work!
April in the United States of America brings with it some of the wild weather of March, and some of the beauty of May. It all depends on what part of the USA you are talking about.
There are specified Climate Zones which are generally referred to in order to determine when it is typically safe to plant crops without fear of killing frosts.
While it may be 85-90 F. in Arizona, it can still be -5 F. in North Dakota and parts of Minnesota, This April has seen snow on the east coast, and even here where these signs of spring are abundant this year, we had snow last year on April 20th and lost much of the fruits in 2015 that we hope to enjoy from the blossoms of April 2016 here in Climate Zone 4.
Fruit or no fruit, both Aprils have had abundant beauty for us to enjoy, for it is "Spring, Spring, Spring!" again this year.
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