High Temperature: 94F Low Temperature: 71F Sunrise: 6:16 am Sunset: 8: 43 pm Humidity: 64% Wind: n 10 mph Chance of Rain: 20%
At 3:00 pm as I sat writing at my desk which has a view out into the southern pasture, a green watering can flew by the window, then several empty plastic pots, followed by a dog bed doing somersaults. The leaves of the sweet gum, the oak, and the pear are showing their matte undersides, their branches whipping back and forth. To the north, just skirting us, a gray behemoth is bearing down. I half expect to see some spun cotton portion of it drop and twist itself into a swirling funnel.
I ran around retrieving the watering can, the pots, and the dog bed; brought anything else inside that might decide to take flight. Willa insists on being out in it, though her ears are flattened as she sniffs the wind suspiciously. Thunder now. A long, single jagged thread of lightning. Three hummingbirds are quarreling over the small feeder attached to the window. Storms always bring them to the feeders rather than daring the flowers in the field.