The sky is a varied grey. The trunks and branches of the trees surrounding
us are much the same color. The news
stations show us that a rain storm is heading our way. They don’t’ give us any more detail as their doppler’s
cover us with the rain of green.
Marta is here today, and we all are hiding. First we pick up and tidy for our housekeeper,
then we do our best to keep out of her way.
We shut the doors, and watch the wind whipping the leaves and branches around
ahead of the oncoming storm. The windows
are easily covered with little hashtags of rain.
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- Himself: Work.
- Myself: Menu planning. Napping.
- Photo: The old Alder next to the house. This year the tree is dead.
- Reading: The new Longmire.
- Gratitude’s: Sleep.
There is much beauty in grey!
ReplyDeleteI agree.
DeleteThat photograph is so lovely.
ReplyDeleteI can see right through that tree! And that was last year.
ReplyDeleteand then by noon, the gray went away!
ReplyDeleteTrees are like old friends and guards...if they stand tall and do not fall on the house.
ReplyDeleteThat looks like a beautiful birch tree. It's a gorgeous photo, Mage.
ReplyDelete"First we pick up and tidy for our housekeeper ..."
ReplyDeleteWhen I read that, I skipped over the "for" and thought I read, "First we pick up and tidy our housekeeper ..."
I had to re-read because it just didn't compute for some reason. lol