Things I want to talk about, not in any particular order:
*my crazy-busy aunt
*peanut butter cup ice cream
I think I’ll just start at the top of the list and work my way down. We’ll see how far I get.
But, before I start, just to let you know, it’s thundering outside. It’s sunny and hot, the breeze is picking up, thick cloud billows are steadily plodding across the sky, and every few minutes the sky grumbles in a cranky, ominous way. Makes me kind of edgy and distracted. That’s why I started with a list—I can’t focus with the sky growling at me, so I needed a clear plan to keep me on the straight and narrow.
Not that this blog has a straight and narrow.
I just unplugged the laptop and brought it out to the deck, all the better to keep an eye on the brewing storm. I see it down the valley, a deep blue cloud that’s slowly engulfing the mountain ridge, moving closer and closer. The sun is blistering hot—ooo, there’s another rumble—making me eager for this storm to hit.
Oh never mind. I think this is all the farther I’m going to get. I want to try out some of the new photography techniques I’ve been reading about—aperture, AF frames, ISO speeds… The pastry cookies will just have to wait till next time.
Let’s take a close look at this storm. I love summer storms. They are beautiful to watch, especially when I can see them approaching. Sometimes we hear the rain coming through the forest, rushing the trees before it dumps on us. This one appears to be coming from the north.
Or maybe it’s coming from the south-west.
Now it’s really coming. I can smell the rain. I can almost taste it.
And now it’s here!
You’d think Miss Becca Boo never saw rain before today.
The Baby Nickel keeps saying, “I scary,” meaning, I’m scared.
He acts as though he doesn’t like the thunder too well, but I think he’s actually delighted by it. He just doesn’t know it.
It’s over, just like that. And we are better off because of it.
I’ll try to get back to that list tomorrow, but no promises. You never know what might blow my way next…