Stormy weather

As I’m sure anyone who knows me will attest…there’s a bit of a storm chaser in me.  I love the scent of rain, a good hard storm with thunder that shakes the vaults of heaven, and lightning slashing the skies.

Here in the Lowcountry we get our fair share of storms and tonight we had a very lovely one. It began early in the afternoon, gusting winds shaking the trees, and a good steady rain.  Just what our newly growing gardens and landscaping needs this time of year.

And just when it seemed the forecast for severe thunderstorms was fruitless…BAM!  The house shook.  The yard shook!  Woo hoo! Here came the main event.

The dogs took shelter under the furniture.  The parrot muttered to herself. I think she finds such displays more annoying than scary.  The shaking and thunderous claps disturb her conversations and requests for…well…whatever she is wanting at that particular moment.  And no one interrupts Scooter.

It brought back fond memories of chasing tornadoes on my rural paper route up in Ohio. Watching the rain come sideways, the lightning outlining the clouds. I do miss those twisters.

But this was a nice storm, not so big a rush as those…but fun.

Rain came down in torrents.  The street filled quickly and was soon spilling up into the yard and driveway.  As the storm moved over us out to sea, the lightning changed from blue and silver to pink.  A show worth watching as each passing moment provided an even more breathtaking display.

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Who wouldn’t be mesmerized by such power and beauty?

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And all too quickly, in just a few short hours, it passed.

They say we may get another front later tonight.  I hope so.  I love sleeping when it storms.

 

 

Where did this week go?

Today I had appointments.  Sunday is Father’s Day.  I have quickly lost track of the entire month of June.

Sunday is not sad so much any more…the kids and I are adjusting…but the old habits keep creeping back up on me.  I go to the store and catch myself trying to decide what to make David for Father’s Day brunch.  The kids saying how much they felt they ‘needed’ to make western ribs this weekend…we don’t even eat red meat any more…but because it was their Dad’s favorite.  He loved to grill.  Well, no.  He loved to have grilled food, LOL.  He started the grill and then the rest was mine.  Which was totally the correct move because he was an impatient chef and cooked before the fire was ready.

No ribs this weekend.  No lemon meringue pie or a fancy brunch.

It seems empty somehow without those things.  But he is remembered this weekend.  And missed.