Today, spring sweeps in with flowered skirts. She is a capricious thing, apt to change her mind on the spur of the moment. Today, here in NW Arkansas, spring is trying on some warmer temperatures, but wait’ll tomorrow…she may show her stormy side. Spring sometimes just doesn’t show us her good manners, so we have […]
Mar 1, 2021
Happy March!
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March birthday people: your flower is the daffodil and your stone is the aquamarine. To me, daffodils signal springtime and hope and returning life. And, the aquamarine is a lovely stone! Lots of things to celebrate this month? Among them are St. Patrick’s Day and the first day of spring. March abounds with weather lore, […]
Feb 10, 2021
The Rains Came Down and the Floods Came Up
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At last, the Ark was finished, food for Noah’s family and the animals was stored in the Ark, and Noah, his wife, his sons Shem, Ham, Japheth and their wives went into the Ark and the Bible says, “and the Lord shut him in” (Genesis 7:16). Then, the rain began. Rain fell for forty days […]
Aug 27, 2020
Laura’s Fury
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Is anybody else mesmerized by hurricanes? I watched as Hurricane Laura approached the Gulf last night, anxiously waiting to hear where she landed and with what force. Cameras showed bending trees and flying debris as the fury of a category four hurricane struck Lake Charles, Louisiana. And then, this morning, daylight is showing the destruction. […]
Aug 13, 2020
Sort of Eerie
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This is sort of an eerie morning. The sunrise was yellow, then clouds obscured it and rain began. Not a leaf is stirring. The nighttime cat headed across my lawn toward home a bit ago. The sky is dark now and I suspect rain is still falling softly. My furry little four-legged barometer is sticking […]
Jun 4, 2020
My Barometer Wears Fur
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Even if I hadn’t seen the clouds, even if I didn’t hear the rain, I’d know the weather was turning stormy. My furry barometer told me so. When Nemo hears thunder or senses a disturbance in the atmosphere, he trots over to me, puts his feet on my lap and looks beseechingly at my face. […]
