Day 116: The Neverending Storm Clouds
They ended, of course. But it sure didn’t seem like they were going to. [Project 365]
They ended, of course. But it sure didn’t seem like they were going to. [Project 365]
I had just gotten off the phone with my mom (“So far, so good!” I’d told her) when I saw (well, heard, first) this limb come down with a smack to the roof and a thud on the ground. The impact shook every piece of glass in my house. It fell at a fortunate angle; it could have easily busted through my back bedroom windows. When the rain let up, I went outside to see…
I was having a big time out in the yard photographing the glassy branches when a big oak limb in my neighbor’s yard snapped and fell to the ground, bringing a power line (or cable line? not sure) to the ground with it. I thought for a split second she’d coming running outside and see me there at midnight and suspect I’d done something to bring the branch down, but then I realized…
Just cant get my poor self together, I’m weary all of the time So weary all of the time “Stormy Weather” — written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler (I am partial to the Etta James version) [Project 365]
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