The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities… If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.
~ Rachel Carson
We’re waiting for Arthur here on the Eastern Shore. Who is Arthur, you might wonder? Well, those of you on the east coast of the U.S. probably already know. For the rest of you, Arthur is a hurricane (he had hurricane status last time I checked) currently approaching the coast of North Carolina.
It has been searingly hot this week. I can’t remember the last time it rained. The earth is turning to dust. The trees are droopy. The garden vegetables are drying out. Farmers have been unable to plant their soybeans, and the fields of corn look wretched.
If Arthur brings us some rain, we will be most grateful for it.
Clouds build on the horizon. Thunder rumbles in the distance. But it’s all show and no drip. There were some storms south of us this morning, but they didn’t make it here.
My sister-in-law and I went to Assateague Island yesterday to beat the heat. It was a refreshing ten degrees cooler on the beach than here on the ranch (where we reached a high of 99). The ocean temperature was said to be 77 degrees, but it felt cooler than that to me. Whatever the real temperature, it was cooling and wonderful. The water was rough and choppy, but that made it fun.
That’s about it from me on this hot, dry, dusty Thursday. Thank you for stopping by today. I’m going to do a rain dance this evening, and hope that brings some of the rain from an approaching cold front or from Arthur. Please feel free to join me. If you happen to have an abundance of rain where you live, please ask Mother Nature to share some with us. We’ll take whatever we can get.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂