Out my garden window
March 18, 2021
I heard it, then what followed was the rain. We are in the first part of March and I feel it was a spring thunderstorm as I was hearing thunder. Before I woke for the day, I just knew I would be able to look out my kitchen window and see green grass and robins.
Spring isn’t quite here yet, but as I stepped outside that morning, I could smell the damp earth calling to me.
Despite the thunder and rain, it’s early enough in March that there are still memories looming in my mind of a ground hog predicting a longer winter. Who believes a ground hog?
I’ve lived in Nebraska long enough to kn...