Summertime. You know that quiet that comes with heat, the air heavy, little breezes that you’re so thankful for when they stir. All day long hoping for a little rain, maybe a pop up thunderstorm that may cool things off just a bit anyway but will probably only make the heat wet but still rain would be welcome.You’re a kid again, the tv is on in background probably How The West Was Won or something and you’re laying on the floor under the big ceiling fan hanging from high rafters when you smell the aroma of a peach cobbler coming from the kitchen where your Nona is and suddenly things are looking up again and hey, was that a rumble of thunder?
Sigh…had to trip down memory lane for a moment there, but, really, was that thunder? Here’s hoping. Don’t cha just love rain on a tin roof?
Have a great day my friend and try to stop by again tomorrow! Much Peace Love Art 😀