These Kentucky mornings, right after the freeze of winter have kissed away the frigid mornings, right before spring whistles in the temperate winds across the Appalachian mountains. Mornings when the mist attempts to hide the trees that hibernate in the open winter air. Dark brown branches eagerly waiting for mother nature to give the order to spring lush green leaves. And then not even this fog can hide summer’s bloom.
Meanwhile it is jump up time on the sister island of Carriacou , look at all them Jab Jabs, dancing in the streets, jumping, wining, chipping, dingolaying, all the good stuff. Party on islanders, while I walk through this freeze.