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stormy weather
We came back from a rainy trip to Ohio to find the East Coast so parchingly hot and dry, in the traditional late summer drought, that even the marigolds had wilted. (I didn't know marigolds *could* wilt.)
But that's all changed now! It's hurricane weather today! The wind is blowing - not too strong, but sturdy, and just handsomely enough that the trees toss their heads scornfully at it; the air feel like the sea-shore early in the morning before the sun has warmed the land, cool and sweet and clean like a fluffy blanket around you after a long day in the water. Sometimes I even imagine that I smell a touch of salt and dead fish on a gust. The sky is clouded over, but crowded over not with flat gray stratus but with fluffy busy patchwork cumulus that just let the sun sigh through like water-color, and the barometer reads high enough that there's a general feeling of whistling well-being. The rain - when it comes - is little spattering showers, leaving the ground dry under the trees. So far.
It's my favorite sort of weather. And, I think, perfect for reading Swallows and Amazons in for the first time.
Perhaps, if the hard rain holds off, I will try to camp out in the back-yard and test a tarp-rope-trees-and-rocks rig against the wind and damp.
But that's all changed now! It's hurricane weather today! The wind is blowing - not too strong, but sturdy, and just handsomely enough that the trees toss their heads scornfully at it; the air feel like the sea-shore early in the morning before the sun has warmed the land, cool and sweet and clean like a fluffy blanket around you after a long day in the water. Sometimes I even imagine that I smell a touch of salt and dead fish on a gust. The sky is clouded over, but crowded over not with flat gray stratus but with fluffy busy patchwork cumulus that just let the sun sigh through like water-color, and the barometer reads high enough that there's a general feeling of whistling well-being. The rain - when it comes - is little spattering showers, leaving the ground dry under the trees. So far.
It's my favorite sort of weather. And, I think, perfect for reading Swallows and Amazons in for the first time.
Perhaps, if the hard rain holds off, I will try to camp out in the back-yard and test a tarp-rope-trees-and-rocks rig against the wind and damp.
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Well, actually beaten biscuits.
Oh, and for a sailboat!