Prairie sky resplendent in ozone scented spring
Promises made by rainbow’s arch spatter way out yonder
Concerned eyes watch storm’s progression stringing out hope for moisture
In a land that’s always thirsty, cumulonimbus delivers mixed blessings.
Distant rumbles echo over endless grassy acres, singing the clouds home.
My friend Ann (a.k.a. Harva) shot this picture on her land Monday afternoon. There is nothing like a prairie storm.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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You are rather on a roll lately Leslie
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Well now you’ve jinxed it! Thanks! đŸ˜‰
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‘Jinxed’ – not heard that for years! My youngest son, when little would have to turn around clockwise three times to cancel a ‘jinx’…it is thus I am turning now…crash, thud…Shirl help me get up…sorry about that Leslie I get a little dizzy when spinning in my dotage!
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I didn’t know about the twirling! I’ll get started right away.
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You make a great team!
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“Singing the clouds home” is a nice idea. I wonder if clouds are like cows and know the way themselves.
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They do not. At least not out in west Texas. One has to rope them and force them to follow.
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