It is cloudy and warm in NW Arkansas this morning, but a change is coming. Storms are forecast for the afternoon and tomorrow, much cooler. Would you believe that by Monday, we may have a frost? But, hey! This is nothing compared to what the panhandle of Florida and Alabama have to look forward to. This is hurricane season and here comes another one! His name is Michael and, if the forecasters are right, he’s big and bad and people need to get out of his way.
I’ve never been in a hurricane and never hope to be but I certainly feel for the people who have to deal with them. To me, although the winds would be frightening enough, the absolutely most terrifying part would be the storm surge. I can’t imagine anything worse than the Atlantic rising up and coming at me. It is relentless and merciless and it is going to do what it is going to do. The best people can do is get out of its way. So, I hope no one tries to ride this out. It’s best by far not to take chances, but to assume it’s going to be bad. Then, if it isn’t, that’s a bonus, but assume that it is.
When the days are dark, as is this morning, bright and pretty things show up better, don’t they? I’ve just noticed I have one Heavenly Blue morningglory blooming. I love those large, blue morning glories but for some reason, I can’t get mine to grow as they should. Anyway, I do have one bloom and it’s beautiful.
I’ve noticed an interesting things about dark days, whether they are dark literally or figuratively–lovely things are more noticeable and appreciated. Whether it’s a kind word or deed when the heart is heavy, or a bright flower blooming in a storm, they do a lot to lighten a heavy heart.
Manos Mysteries
After Curt passed away, those spring flowers, daffodils/ yellow as the bright sun, roses/ pink, red, or white, seem to bring a spark of comfort. Thanks for putting my feelings into words.
I understand that. Flowers have a way of bringing hope. I’m glad you enjoyed my post and thanks for writing.