Yesterday was a thick, muggy, blanket of a day. The kind of a day that only a person who has experienced a Southern summer can appreciate. And I find myself beginning to mutter words under my breath like, "sick of summer," and, "can't breathe in this heat," and, "if fall ever gets here."
So, we weren't surprised when the weather radio began to sound its alarm around nightfall, warning of severe thunderstorms and flash floods, swelling rivers and high winds.
It descended on us once all The Kiddos were calmly tucked in to bed and the dogs had buried their sleepy noses under their paws.
And descend it did. It rocked, it crashed, it exploded, it flashed, it drenched, it buffeted.
And this morning it is gone. And in its place is clear, fresh air and blue, blue skies with white, flossy clouds scudding across.
Drips falling from cherry tomatoes.
Water delightfully beading up on the deck The Sons and I just stained.
A magical mushroom pushing its way up.
And a million little crystal sparkles caught in the tangle of green morning grass.
And, excuse me, but was that just the slightest hint of a cool fall breeze I felt in the air?
Please, Fall, come when it's time, but I've still got kids in the pool and tomatoes ripening on the deck and sundresses and flip-flops in the closet.
Just kidding about the seasonal complaints! We're still soaking up the summer. Fall can wait!