Thursday, June 4, 2009
Storms move in faster than a trip to the mailbox, here in west central Texas. One minute its sunny, and the next there is a thick dark line inching its way across the front yard. I always mean to take pictures of it, but have gotten so used to it, I forget how alluring it is. During this specific storm, lightning struck in between those two houses, right behind that fence. It was amazing, and oh so loud. Luckily, this being our 4th summer in Texas, Eleanore has been raised around the storming, and the thunder doesn't bother her. Yesterday she was actually asking for it, like I could pull it out of the pantry like a cereal box.