Storm

Last night was a monumental display of the power of nature. A thunderstorm rolled over us with all the accompanying noise and play of light. The big trees around us waved and tossed themselves in unbelievable contortions. When it was all over, there were only a few evidences of its passing. A few branches and lots of leaves. Our back yard neighbor's trampoline has moved about 100 feet to the east, but seems to be no worse for the trip.

The art display is hung down at our local Coffeehouse Art Center and the memorabilia is slowly coming in. We have found out that we have lots and lots of closet artists in our area. And we are also fortunate to have paintings that our citizens have painted in years past. It is an awesome collection. By now, the garage sales people are busily selling their wares. Some of them are a bit sodden, I would imagine, after the rain. Human nature being what it is, a few intrepid souls must have put things out last night in preparation for today.

If you noticed the comments that my "comment" post engendered, you will now know that there are two people named Karen who are going to be leaving comments (hopefully). As you have noticed by now, I love comments! One is just Karen and the other Karen l. That is Karen L but the l is in lower case. I hope that Barb will soon have courage and leave a comment. C'mon, be brave! Now that your computer is back up and running again.

And, Fran, I am overjoyed that you left a comment. Keep up the good work! Think of us and our celebration this weekend. You will have plenty to keep track of where you are! I have this picture in my head of you with your dark glasses and binoculars keeping track of all the building activity around you. Have a great 4th!