Last night, thunder rolled omniously; lightning purpled the looming clouds. Wind snatched leaves from trees and tossed them like confetti to greet the coming storm. The storm disappointed, spattering us with only a few drops before going somewhere else, where the party was perhaps better.
Disappointed, I closed my shutters, left open the better to watch the light show.
We woke up to a day that topped out in the low 70s, the sky still gray from last night's unkept promise of rain.
The Sprout and I had sourdough pancakes for breakfast and then headed to the seaside to pick a bouquet.
We came home with this cyberbouquet of flower photos to share with all of you and , this last one in particular for you, pjthompson, if you want it :)
Oh, and my new icon. Brio. I like a little brio in my life.