This part of the state is under a thunderstorm watch. After the heat and humidity of yesterday, the relative coolness this morning is welcome. Thunderstorms? Well, they are interesting and necessary. I just hope this one doesn’t lose its temper and become violent.
Putting water into birdbaths is a must all year round. Little feathered friends, insects, and probably night prowlers that I never see, need water to survive the heat. The honeybees come often to sip. I had just filled one birdbath, a couple of days ago, when a thirsty bee buzzed over, underestimated things and plopped right into the water. I quickly offered a leaf raft, he climbed on, and flew off. He probably came back later and used more caution.
If the storm moves in, making outside chores impossible, it’ll be a great day to continue the new mystery that I’m writing. It is loosely based on a factual account of a man who was falsely hanged for a murder, a century or more ago. It was only after his death that the real culprit confessed. Too bad then for the wrongly accused because it was too late to give him back his life. So, my story? It changes names, dates, several facts, and asks, “What if?”
The dark morning seems to be waiting for the storm. So am I.
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