Canada Geese

Since I've not taken any new photos, I thought I'd look at some that have been queued up in my Drafts folder and found these.

To be honest, I thought I'd already posted these and for all I know I did.  But in the bizarro world I live in, a bad memory has its advantages.

If I don't remember posting these photos, then I didn't post them.  But if by some chance I did post them, I don't care, because I don't remember. I'm using them again.

Circular logic, anyone?

So, to recap:

• I may or may not have posted these before.
• Regardless of the answer to the above, I'm posting them again because I got nuthin' here are pictures of Canada geese near Aarons Beach.
• Chesapeake Bay Woman's memory worsens by the day.
• Part of this is due to the stress of having to endure her daughter's basketball games, all of which have been too close for comfort.  But they are still undefeated.
• Part of it is due to Son beginning to talk about college and wanting to go visit some. DC and NYC were mentioned.  (He's already visited my alma mater UVA several times.)
• When did I become old enough to have a son looking at colleges?
• DC and NYC?
• Serenity now.
• Happy Birthday, Chesapeake Bay Father!
• (He doesn't know how to turn on a computer, or, as he would call it, a flaptop. His name for Twitter is Tweeter and then of course there's the other oldie but goodie, SpaceBook. He calls texting faxing.  I dare not ask what word he uses for faxing. Dare not.)
• Happy Birthday anyway, CBF.
• Have a great day, all.

Hookemfair Road

Today once again we reach into the depths of the barrel

of photos CBW decided

were too tired the first time around.

Less than great; barely good.

In her opinion.

Independent of what she thought at the time several weeks ago, Mother Nature's ability to wave a magic wand and quickly change scenes like these from mediocre to bursting with color is even more reason why she wouldn't post them.  

These shots are outdated as far as she's Nature is concerned. 

Plain and simple.  

The trees are sprouting leaves now. 

Everything shown here is old news.

History.

However, since she is indeed scraping the bottom of a barrel, CBW has to confess that in comparison to what remains at the bottom of said barrel, these are not that bad. Not great.  Just not bad. 

And that's what we strive for here.  Just not bad.

These dated scenes are to the right of the American Legion Hall, home of the World Famous Breakfast, near the intersection of Route 198 and Hookemfair Road.

Yes, Hookemfair.  As opposed to Hookemwrong. Or Hookemunfair.( -ly?)

The World Famous Breakfast is not my label.  The American Legion sign says in plain black letters that the breakfast is world famous; therefore it must be. Nobody's putting up a fuss, contesting the honor.  We just accept it as fact that the American Legion Hall serves a world famous breakfast once a month  even if we don't ever taste it and even if we're prepared to conjure up a breakfast that just might be a tad stronger of a contender in the "world famous" category.

Anyway.

Around these parts they say this past March was the warmest (or second warmest or next-to-the-warmest or World- Famous Warmest even!) on record. Everything did its thing way sooner than usual.

What is Mother Nature up to in your neck of the woods? What changes have you noticed in the past several weeks?  Also, do you have a place which professes to serve a world-famous breakfast?  Or is Mathews it as far as world-famous breakfasts go?