a sultry silver sky and the forecast suggest that this last day of may is going to be a doozy. severe storms are predicted - the kind with winds over 60 miles an hour and golf ball size hail. and, as the weather man cheerfully reminded us all a few days ago, storm severity does not include lightning severity... so along with hail and the wind, i can expect buddy to try and climb up onto my lap anytime i sit down.
i've already weeded as many of the gardens as my knee will allow. after i ice it a few minutes, im going out to harvest the chamomile that's ready. the scent of apples it gives off is heavenly. i hate the thought of hail crushing my poor little buds.
today will be a good day to play catch up around the house... both girls are home and bored. buddy is already pacing and whining and looking nervous... he knows a storm is coming hours before it gets here.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.
1 comment:
dogs are so cool.
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