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Storm at Night

Storm at Night

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Thunder and lightning woke me up last night — that and the stagnant air that collected after a power loss. It was long-predicted — the remnants of Hurricane Ida heading this way — but no less frightening.

To see a storm brewing on the horizon, to watch as clouds darken and loom, is one thing. To be roused from sleep by a thunderclap is something else altogether. I wondered about the roof, the gutters, the tall trees that cluster around the house.  I felt at the mercy of the elements.  

I told myself that all would hold, the joists and metal and soil. I told myself to enjoy the spectacle of it all. But I couldn’t fall back to sleep until the torrents had slowed, until the heavens turned dark again. 

(Photo: Wikimedia Commons)

Summer Storm

Summer Storm

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One of the things I like about going to the beach is, strangely enough, the rain. Not  the steady, all-day showers but the late-afternoon thunderstorm. 

In this subtropical climate you’re pretty much guaranteed to have two or three (or more) summer days a week with skies darkening after 3 or 4 p.m., the uptick of stickiness in already-humid air, the low rumble of thunder and then, with a release that matches the heat of the day, a lovely, brief torrent.

There was a downpour like that yesterday, a fitting way to say (sigh!) … goodbye to the beach. 

Newborn

Newborn

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Happy is the day that dawns unexpectedly cool. The door that swings open into rare air. 

It is the surprise that matters, expecting heat and humidity in mid-July, unaware of weather reports, of fronts arriving or departing.

When you get something else, something altogether delicious and cleansing, it takes your breath away for a minute. 

The world is newborn. 

Welcome, July!

Welcome, July!

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July has started off with a bang, which suits this month of blistering heat, fireworks and frequent performances of the 1812 Overture. 

Last night stormy weather moved in. While it drenched us, it downed trees and may have even spawned a small tornado closer into town. (And it happened almost nine years to the day from when a powerful derecho storm blew in, leaving almost three million without power.)

Today’s morning-after is much less significant, though one daughter still has no power at her house, and a downed tree crushed one neighbor’s porch and crashed through the windshield of another neighbor’s car. 

But here in the outer ‘burbs (touch wood), the lights are on, the air conditioner is humming and I just sent off my first (in a long time) freelance assignment. 

Time for a nap? It’s tempting!

The Leveler

The Leveler

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It’s a flag-snapping, low-humidity day, the kind I was hoping to have all month long. Weeping cherry boughs are swaying in the breeze and the back door is open to the sounds of the day, which is strangely bereft of cicada song (more on that, or the lack of that, later). 

A walk took me through the neighborhood, up and down the main street and the cul-de-sacs, my new home route: longer, as befits my schedule, and slower, as befits my joints. 

Which gave me more time to ponder the grand equation, one seldom acknowledged but always there, somewhat akin to Newton’s Third Law — “for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction” with a touch of Ecclesiastes — “to everything there is a season.” 

In other words, there’s a built-in leveler that sees to it that we are paid back for sweltering humidity with perfect days like these. 

The Afternoon Amble

The Afternoon Amble

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Twice this week I’ve found myself out for a jaunt not at 10 or 11 a.m. but at 3 or 4 p.m. It’s warmer by then, so I drive to the Glade Trail where tall trees arch across the paved walk and shade pools in deep pockets along the way. 

There are fewer cars parked along the road at that hour, fewer walkers, too. And the ones I see tend to keep their heads down. I’m fine doing that, too, so strolling at that hour tends to feel more solitary.

The air is heavier and the pace is slower, with time to sniff the honeysuckle or take a detour on one of the side paths that wind into the woods. 

On Thursday, the air was so steamy that I felt as slow-moving as the stream, now in full summer dawdle. Forty-five minutes in, I noticed that heavy clouds had moved in and there was a pre-storm excitement that made me pick up my pace. 

I hadn’t been home more than 15 minutes when the skies opened and rain sheeted the house and yard. 

An afternoon amble, just in time.

The 70s

The 70s

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This post is not about bell bottoms and polyester, the Bee Gees and disco.  It’s not about the decade of the ’70s but the temperature of the 70s, a most delightful one to walk in, talk in, be in. 

This spring we’ve had a lot of 50s and 60s, and, recently, some 80s and 90s. I was worried we might skip the 70s altogether … until this week. 

But ah, here it is, the temperature of nothingness, of skin meeting air, of long sleeves or short, of no heat or air conditioning.  The temperature of balmy breezes and wildflowers, of one layer not three. 

It’s the 70s. Bring it on! 

May in Layers

May in Layers

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I’m hoping this is the last day in May I wear three layers of clothing. I’m typing these words in my winter running tights, merino wool base layer, another wool sweater over that and a sweatshirt on top for good measure. 

I have fuzzy warm socks on my feet. And I think — yes, I’m sure, I can hear it humming — that the heat has just come on. And that means the temperature in the house has dipped down below 65. 

Yes, the planet is warming. And in a few days we may be sweltering. But that doesn’t stop me from wishing I was in shorts and t-shirt right now. 

Petal Storm

Petal Storm

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A wild wind blew in from the west yesterday, bending the bamboo and sending Kwanzan cherry petals flying over grass and street. 

It was a veritable petal storm, as the wind continued through the night and into today, sending overnight temperatures below freezing and forcing us to bring in the few plants we’d set outside. 

I’m telling myself that it’s only a temporary retreat. Spring is on the march this Earth Day, and it will persevere in the end.  Until then, I’m watching the petals as they fly. At least they’re not snowflakes. 

The Heat

The Heat

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For the first time in a long time, I’m warm. The windows are open, the sweater and long-sleeved shirt are peeled off and I’m sitting comfortably in short sleeves. 

The heat has roared in on a wild west wind, sending temperatures into the 70s before 10 a.m. It reminds me of a mythical beast, this heat, like something I’d heard about but wasn’t sure was real. Now that I’ve had a taste of it, I’m remembering how it limbers up the muscles and frees up the mind. How it opens doors, both literally and metaphorically. 

I’d like to think the heat is here to stay, but I know better. It’s a fickle time of year. We could have cold rain tomorrow. But at least the heat is here now. And I’m basking in it.