Several days of 100+ temps have forced us to live inside. Smoke from eight wildfires burning across the state creates an eye-watering haze. The forecast is for more dry, hot weather with high winds. There's a 20% chance of rain for today.
I've always wondered about that. Does that mean there's a 20% chance it'll rain in the spot where you happen to be? Just look at those clouds. It’s got to have cooled off enough that we can finally go outside and play in the yard.
First, let's check the Owl before going out. It’s in the shade on our screen porch, so it should register a cooler temp than it is outside in the sun.
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| The Owl Never Lies |
However, I do hear thunder, and the air smells really good. So I shall venture forth with my camera and investigate.
Turns out we caught the very southern edge of a nasty lightning-filled rain and hail storm. It’s headed North now, after only spitting on us.
From the looks of it, I do believe we were spared from destructive weather. What a tease. But just look at that “G3” cell. It’s headed to the West of Ft. Collins, which is where the High Park fire has burned 191 homes and now covers over 82,000 acres.
This storm would no doubt be welcomed more by the firefighters than us here in the city.
In the meantime, the sneaky little cell that brushed past us succeeded in cooling the air just enough for me to water the flower beds without danger of collapsing from heat stroke.
I have no call to whine. I mean, just think. I'm now strong enough to wrestle with garden hoses, then retire to my laptop and write this rambling account.
I sit here in our sweet little home with swamp coolers belching out chilly nectar. And I am reminded that, despite myself, I have reason each day to be thankful for another blessing.
In the meantime, the sneaky little cell that brushed past us succeeded in cooling the air just enough for me to water the flower beds without danger of collapsing from heat stroke.
I have no call to whine. I mean, just think. I'm now strong enough to wrestle with garden hoses, then retire to my laptop and write this rambling account.
I sit here in our sweet little home with swamp coolers belching out chilly nectar. And I am reminded that, despite myself, I have reason each day to be thankful for another blessing.
Peace.
RAM
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