"Spring is here! Springs is here!," my son sings out. "Do you see the flowers and the Sun?"
"Don't be fooled," my daughter warns! "Spring is tricky! Tricky like that rooster is. He will sneak up behind and peck you."
The next day she points out the window. "Tricky like the rooster, snow on the daff-o-dills. Come on, we must save the flowers." Every flower is freed from snow by gentle tiny hands. Soon they find out just how moody April can be.
|Note the look of disgust on my sons face|
The moods of April swing crazy on our mountain.
The valley is spared no less as pasture lands are flooded.
|The willows like this I think|
|War Branch and willow trees|
|Flooding banks of Dry River, yep, Dry River!|