Yield At Sunset
Tag: Weather
Our Trees Think It’s Spring
Little buds are sprouting due to warm weather, despite the fact that we haven’t seen measurable rainfall since Thanksgiving.
Cooler weather is coming next week, but I doubt it will stop these buds from growing.
Do you see the bee?
Backlit Happy Dog On An 80 Degree January Day
The Iceman Cometh
Is ice what you really want when you’re up to your ankles in it?
Not-So Passive Aggressive Snowfights
Nope
My aunt’s stepson visited Iceland recently and snapped this great shot. While his crew was gearing up to hike a glacier, a six-year-old local girl was pushing her baby doll through the frozen tundra. Because that makes sense.
Radiators Are Your Friends
But That Train Keeps A-Rollin’
Well-dressed workers flank a locomotive in the Illinois Central Railyard of Paducah, Kentucky, during the flood of 1913. I imagine the water was a tad unclean.
Nelson County Sour Mash
Shown above are just a handful of the one million flood victims needing relief from the devastating floods of 1937.
Tropical Storm Bill Visits Our Neighborhood Pool
Rain On The Grapevine
After years of drought, devastating fires, and sad, dried-up rivers, causing waterfront restaurants and party barges to fold–and with it, an entire lake culture–Texas is finally getting some precip from that ornery sky. Flash flooding? I’ll take it.
Go ahead and rain on that new trampoline.
Pour down on the rosemary.
Pitter-patter on the deck.
Send the blackhawks to retrieve the men, clinging to the tops of their trucks. I’ll take it. Let the weathermen repeat, “Turn around, don’t drown” until the cows come home. At least the cows will have some grass this year. And maybe, just maybe, the cattle won’t starve, and the price of beef won’t double like it did last year. Hallelujah, it’s raining.
Secrets Of A Parson, Part II
Never catch a sister unawares: the first ministerial lesson to be learned. Perhaps most brothers were at office jobs while Dr. Briggs made his daily round of pastoral visits to (mostly female) parishioners. To prevent a surprise visit, he would park his sweet 1930s ride in front of each home and faux tinker with the car to give housekeepers time to tidy up. That’s a thoughtful, if not exhausted, parson. It’s the little things that make a difference.
And on a purely aesthetic note, isn’t this a gem of a literal window inside the life of a person in 1941? So warm and serene in the home, so placid and white with snow outside. How comforting it must have been to know someone thought enough of you to drive to see you each day. Even a kind word from a milk man or mailman must have made the day of someone confined to his home. I have read that as you age, you begin to feel invisible, and just a gesture of conversation could serve to validate your existence. I raise my coffee mug to each of you today, validating your worth and purpose in existence!
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