This is a stormy morning. I was unaware that a tornado had torn through until I saw the news this morning. Thank goodness, no injuries as far as I know, but a lot of damage in part of town. This happened while most of the townsfolk were asleep, unaware of the danger. I wonder how […]
Feb 17, 2022
What Kind of Weather?
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What kind of weather do you prefer? Warm and springlike? That was yesterday. Rainy with a good storm to clear the air? That would be today? Or, do you like winter? Well, stick around, ’cause the weatherman says that’s what’s coming after the storm. One thing about it, weather isn’t dull. The sky is dark […]
Aug 29, 2021
Hurricane!
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Hurricane Ida churns toward Louisiana, growing larger and more dangerous by the hour. I’ve never been in a hurricane and never hope to be, but many people have and are. I can imagine the roar, the lashing of destroying winds, and the pound, pound of rain. But, to me, the scariest thing is the storm […]
Jul 16, 2021
And the Sky Was Dark and Lowering
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The sky is, indeed, dark and lowering this morning. The day isn’t getting brighter; it looks more like coming nightfall. St. Swithin’s Day was yesterday and we had no rain; happily, I think the good saint is about to be proved wrong, but that’s okay with me. We need rain. A cousin called last night. […]
Aug 1, 2020
July Went Floating By
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Mom’s hand in mind shook and felt icy cold. “Actually, we can’t tell you where the gold is,” she said. “We’ll have to show you. Both of us. Together. If you kill one of us, believe me, you’ll regret it to your dying day, which might be sooner than you think if you harm my […]
Jul 23, 2020
Lightning, Thunder, Hail
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Yesterday afternoon, we got a good, old-fashioned thunderstorm with rain! We even had a sprinkling of hail–not much, thank goodness. I’m so grateful and so are the grass and flowers. The roadside ditch where the children used to race their boats right after a rain, was a turbulent little stream. Trees were swaying, my little […]
