I love watching and listening as a storm rolls in like it did this evening. The sky darkens, the breeze picks up and thunder rumbles across the sky. Sometimes it sounds like the thunderclouds are talking to each other as a rumble from the the north is answered to the south. Eventually the rain starts and I have to retreat inside from the deck but I continue to watch through the windows. If I’m really lucky, the sun pops out amid or after the storm and I’m treated to a beautiful rainbow as I was this evening. Rainbows don’t rumble but they speak volumes in their wondrous colors.
It was another beautiful day today that felt more like summer than spring. I happily enjoyed it because 80 and humid is infinitely better than -25 and three feet of snow!
Morning thunderstorms cleared out rather quickly and have only recently started up again now that it’s dark. I don’t mind thunderstorms at night except when I have the girls. I don’t blame them for being scared when lightning flashes and thunder shakes the house. I think they’ve finally settled though so I’ll continue my rambling.
I took Jazzmin for a short walk in the early afternoon and the heat off the pavement was intense enough to make her pant by the first turn. Even on that short walk though we saw an abundance of spring beauty and I took some pictures with my phone camera. Only after returning home and looking at them did I realize that most of them included a fence of some kind. To be expected since I live in the country near several farms but certainly not intentional. Regardless, they turned out surprisingly lovely for my little camera phone.
Upon returning home, Jazz was hot, tired and happy. She laid on the floor panting while looking eager to go back out walking once she caught her breath. Once again proof that the pup wants to walk 24/7 in any kind of weather!
This evening I was blessed with the return of my resident hummingbird. I was watching the birds in my wild bird oasis and in the hummingbird zipped looking for his feeder! I hadn’t put it out yet so I quickly remedied that by hanging it where the unoccupied barrel bird house had been hanging. He returned later as I watched the storms roll in and he seems to know where his feeder is now. Always nice when he returns because it means the buzzing little birdies think it’s a safe bet that warmth will stick around. I certainly hope they’re right!