Nothing hard or tropical. It’s just rain.
Flowers are radiant and blooming in color. The grass is a verdant green and Jim is busy keeping up with the lawns.
They say sunshine follows rain. If this is the color sky I get, then I am a happy camper.
….three times a Nor’easter.
According to my back deck being in “alignment ” with the Weather Channel, it would appear that undisclosed location is going to make me pull the ark back out. No problem.
It’s quiet and peaceful ,albeit wet.
After all, flowers can use the water…..
Kasia knows we’ll be walking tomorrow…..
And the two of us are safe and dry.
Kasia and I had two good walks today and snuck one last one in the drizzle. Now our bellies are full, and one of us is 💤 sleeping. I still have some work to do.
If you are in its’ path, please be careful and stay safe.
Hurricane, or rather, Tropical Storm Jose’ not withstanding, there has been some subtle changes in my neighborhood. Sure, most of the flowers that have been planted have seen better days, but also there has been a little shift in the color palette.
The pastels of spring have made way for deeper, richer colors. My neighbors hav given me my first mum of the season, which is being held in a place of honor on my deck where I see it daily and appreciate it.
For the folks who follow this blog with any regularity, you’ll know I am not a fan of the heat of summer. You see, it’s a job to keep me, let alone the flowers, from fading in the heat. Fortunately, through August, we have had rain at least once a week. Our lawn has never been greener. Unfortunately, with the next four days as an example, our temperature is duel to be in the eighties. Really? September 20th?
My sweater is waiting patiently for a 55 degree day, as am I.
Zush is giving me the stink-eye as I write this, as I feel she is patiently waiting to go for our longer night-time walk.
The humidity here as come down some, and although it is still hot, the air is at least moving and has a slight bit of coolness to it.Trust me, it’s not much, but enough that when you go outside you wonder what happened.
We will be going out and seeing the pretty summer flowers that have hung in with the heat and humidity.We take in the quiet before the weekenders come down, and literally stop to smell the roses.
Here’s hoping you have time to do the same!