Doing my normal early morning routine of weeding (non-stop physical activity, like it or not, it has to be done), and I happened to glance to the west. This is what I saw:
The camera just doesn’t do them justice. The clouds looked like upside-down rolling mountains. Now this is a first for me. I have seen some outstanding clouds out here in Colorado. I’m pretty sure that being up in altitude as some part in it, but these were so different.
We have some major storms coming in again this afternoon, so I am keeping an eye on them. Just thankful that I looked up at the moment I did. Now it is just getting all dark, windy and the clouds are back to their normal swirling confusion of:
- Let’s go this way.
- No, we want to go that way.
- We just want to be ahead of everyone else.
- Maybe we will just stop and hold every cloud up!
Then, just as I thought I was really getting into them (Completely spaced out the weeding now.), I heard Barry White on my radio (yes, I garden with music – the plants told me they love it!). I began singing along with You’re The First, The Last, My Everything.
Then the peacock decided to come up and join me (pretty sure it was NOT my singing).
You can tell by his feathers that the wind was not being kind. He was trying to face me. He thinks he is so pretty – snob!
The wind then took my bucket full of weed bits and tossed it across the yard. I took that as a hint to sit, observe my space (so much yet to do, and I’m pretty sure it will still be there tomorrow), continue my duet with Barry and call it quits on weeding today.
Hope my happy gardening spreads to you all. What’s the point of having one if you can’t enjoy it?!