Spring Planting Moon
According to my weather station, we stand at 49 degrees. And this time there seem to be no winter storms with plowable and shovelable snow wrecking their way through Nebraska on their way here.
Nope. Now it’s tornadic super-cells, derechos and life altering hail. Like I always say, I’m glad I don’t live on the coast or near an earthquake fault or volcano. Those people must be nuts.
Kate’s home, taking a nap. I took mine in the chair well before lunch. We will now return to our normal programming.
