It's Just White Fluffy Rain

This would be my lilac bush...

And it's so hard to take mid-May, especially after weekends in the yard and at the nursery and taking pictures of nascent growth.

My work calls for a couple of after-hour trips back to the lab for the mad science-y stuff I do.  So there I was, 3 AM, traveling the deserted roads of our faire burg.  Because, after all, our brave little burg isn't NYC and sleeps at night.  Those above mentioned deserted roads were wet and deep with slushy snowiness.

I follow a pretty set path to work and home again, much like an old horse finding her way to her pasture.  But geez oh peez, does my way back to pasture sure look different in the dark!  In the slushy slushiness, I stayed in the left lane, even though my habit is to drive in the right lane.  And a good thing I did!

Broken limbs!  Carnage!  End of days!  Well, maybe only a few broken limbs, really, but if I was driving along all lah-ti-dah, or more like...half asleep... in my usual lane...well, it would have been a rude awakening!

Very glad I am for dragging my raggedy a__ out of bed at the crack of dawn on Saturday to get some photos of the local trees wearing their spring finery.  Because all the spring finery is surely the worse for wear now.

Well.  It's moisture.  And I don't think it's so cold that every little thing is getting it's toes frozen, especially with the blanket of snow.  But darn it, somehow I could live with 'rain' so much easier...being May and all.