I love everything about Spring. My blue iris are showing off, fairly exploding in blossoms. The hackberry tree has panicles of blooms hanging down, and the Bradford pears are showering white petals like snow. The dogwoods are popping. Even the little tiny purple chickweed blossoms in the grass along the roadside are pretty.
There's just one thing I don't like.
You know what I mean: the roller coaster ride of hot/cold/hot/cold, sunny/tornados/sunny/tornados.
Today was a hot tornado day. We had two circulations go by WAY closer to my house than I would have liked, not to mention a couple more come through other parts of the county. And my parents only got power back a couple hours ago. At least we only got quarter-sized hail and below here, instead of the baseball stuff that fell a few miles to the east.
The odd thing is, the hackberry (around which base the iris are clustered) and the iris appear to have survived the bombardment.