Thunder Storms
Can you hear it? That deep rolling thunder that sneaks up on a summer afternoon? I’m in the garden; stirring the compost and planting lettuce and the trees around me start to sway. The drum-roll in the distance is mesmerizing.
I look up and see the sheets of rain falling in the distance. They’re somewhere over the Washington Fields. I woke up this morning at 5:45 to the boom of a thunder storm marching in from the Southwest. It was followed by a downpour. I got the chicken feeder in from the rain just in time to save some for my girls. Mike slept through the whole thing, and by the time he was up, the sun was out and the day was bright and muggy. I felt like I had been given a secret treasure-me and the Tanager family that came in from the rain for a brief rest at the mint garden. And now the symphony is back.
Who doesn’t love a summer thunder storm in the desert?!
Oh yeah . . . . She’s been there most of the day. Her safety zone.
“MARP,” exclaimed Nanners.
She says that a lot . . .