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Hey, hi, just had to stop in and tell you about our wild storm last night during which we had a sky full of lightning, heavy-duty thunder, pounding rain, and 70mph winds. It tumped over a "tree" on our balcony and had the furniture dancing around like crazy, but there's no actual damage we can spot from our vantage point, although last night the big trees across the street were whipping in such crazy circles it wouldn't have shocked us to see one lift its roots and follow the wind on its journey. All was quiet on the eastern front when we went to bed, but Kim said thunder and lightning woke him very early, and it was still raining when I got up at 6:30. There was the faintest pink glow on the horizon, but no light showed itself for what felt like hours. Dark, quiet, lovely morning, and all the rain will be lifesaving when scorching days return, by which I mean tomorrow. After a lifetime spent in the far southwest corner of Kansas, weather forecasts here still fascinate me. Out there, if the chance of rain was anything below 50%, go ahead and plan your big outdoor family reunion. Here, above 15% and you're prolly gonna be looking for shelter at some point.
It takes some of us a lifetime to find home, but here I am at last, big sigh. My dad's great-grandparents disembarked in New York Harbor after their voyage from Germany, and they, along with their nine sons and three daughters, found their way here to the northeast corner of Kansas where a smattering of kin had preceded them. The sons were newly ransomed from Kaiser Bill's army, no doubt looking forward to a life that held more freedom of spirit than they'd previously known, and I'm grateful for their wisdom in settling among hills, trees, and abundant water. I'm also glad they left a few bread crumbs for their unseen descendants.
Guess who's back? The Doves, David & Darleen! We've seen them off and on since they raised their second set of twins, and a few days ago they started checking us out in earnest again. They carefully lined their previous nest with fresh twigs, and this morning Dar's ensconced with likely at least one egg under her so far. It feels good that they choose to be here with us and that our ins and outs don't spook them. Everybody likes being chosen, right?
Have a Zen Monday. If it didn't start out that way, do a plot switch and make it right, it isn't too late.
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