Part of a nice day...I'll take it!

Saturday was rainy and pretty crummy here... There was a high wind advisory with the rain, so we stayed inside and got lots of necessary paperwork done.  Sunday started out chilly, but warmed up in the afternoon.  We got the majority of our pictures hung up, for now.  We ran errands Sunday afternoon, and were able to go for a walk and enjoy the brisk spring air.  The blooming plants sure are nice to look at, but I'm pretty sure they're the source of my allergies right now!  Via the Internet, you can see what I saw, sans the sneezing and sniffling. :)

budding tree

I'm not sure what kind of flowers these are. If you know, I'm curious to find out.

A Familiar Sound!

Just now, we heard a familiar sound outside (as opposed to the recent unfamiliar sound).  The tinny, high-pitched melody of 'Camptown Races' floated up to our open windows.  What did we see?

...an ice cream truck of course.  Fun! Maybe if we weren't still full from lunch and it were 20 degrees warmer outside, I would have bought some.   But for today, I just watched it speed through the parking lot. Which was weird, because it probably should have been moving a lot slower. I guess if I ever want to buy any, I'll have to make sure I have my running shoes on to catch it.

Unfamiliar sounds

Two or three days ago, the weather was really rainy, pretty blustery, and quite cold.  VERY unpleasant to be outside in, so the mister and I chose to stay inside for the evening.  I didn't think the weather was horrible or anything, just really, really icky weather. (Definitely not picnic weather!) We heard a loud siren; it was pretty identical to what we know a tornado siren typically sounds like. Wondering about it together ("the weather's not that bad, is it?"), we decided to ask our neighbor what was going on. 

We had met our neighbor briefly when the movers were in the middle of hauling all our stuff inside, so we didn't have too much time to chat.  Anyway, I knocked on her door to ask her what the sound meant.  Alas, she told us that it was a siren from the local fire station.  That was a relief to hear, but also made us wonder what the tornado sirens sound like around here . . . 

As much as it was a little annoyance, it wasn't really that loud; just loud enough to make us double check.  I really can't complain about a fire station being nearby, since that's a good thing in my book!  I hopped on over to Google Maps to check it out, and it's exactly one mile away as the crow flies.  Thus ended the mystery of the loud siren and our evening resumed to pushing boxes around for fun.