Mustard gone wild

A field splashed with the bright yellow of mustard is sure sign of spring, which I am posting about a month and a half late.


Although beautiful, this area is normally a kind of a no-mans land - the banks of the Codorus Creek where I-83 and U.S. 30 cross on tandem bridges. We were there looking for falcons, but came away with a broad-tailed hawk instead. The blooming mustard under dramatic skies was an unexpected bonus.

Holy Hail!

A few weeks ago, we had a storm with only a little thunder and lighting, but some mighty big hail. I don't think I've ever seen any larger. As you can see, the largest ones were around an inch in diameter. Luckily, we had no damage from it.

The back yard looked like someone went a little mad with a box of mothballs.