For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Good morning on this very cloudy, but warm morning! The forecast is calling for severe thunderstorms for us this morning and right now there is thunder in the distance. Poor Muffin, she just got up to her favorite window when the thunder started. And she departed. She is now under the bed. A few raindrops have begun falling. There was a very weird color in the sky this morning before the clouds took over completely. It produced an eerie glow everywhere. The birds are acting strange too. Only Sir George and Lady Pearl came for food this morning, and they ate and left very quickly. The smaller birds have not shown up. Jasper was here though, but only briefly. The chipmunks have been acting normal though. Hmm, I think Sir Charles might have arrived, must go check.

Yes indeed, he was here so I gave him breakfast and he too disappeared fast. Still no small birds which is very unusual, although I can hear a white throated sparrow chirping back among the bushes somewhere. The raindrops and distant thunder have stopped, but Muffin has decided to stay under the bed just in case. She figures there is no point taking chances. But animals are able to sense a storm a long ways off, humans can’t do that. So there could be a storm somewhere in the area which is affecting her. I’m late again today. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll get back to my normal routine. Maybe I’ll just have to start a new routine. Not an easy thing to do sometimes. Oh well.

Today for our photos we have 3 different pics from the river, such a beautiful and relaxing place. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
©2020 Steve McLeod.
Summer nights, so bright they are,
And filled with pleasure near and far.
The sights and sounds, both abound,
And they fill the air all around.
Crickets chirp with all their might,
And frogs are singing through the night.
Owls, while sitting in a tree,
Are always calling loud and free.
Moon so bright shines on the lake,
Reflected beauty it does make.
Now the loon’s long lonely call
Across the water, heard by all.
Nighthawks swoop, and turn around,
Oh, such delights which can be found.
And fireflies dance so bright,
Showing all, ’tis a summer night.
©2020 Steve McLeod.