It was thunder, lightning, and bouts of heavy clattering rain on our steel roof that rousted us out of our slumber in dawn's early hour this morning. The rain ended half a dozen hours later and by noon we had a few slivers of sunlight penetrating through the heavy cloud cover. Skies later cleared. That thunderstorm also brought cooler air in behind it and I considered that a huge bonus. I could have almost used a light jacket over my short-sleeved shirt on our jeep ride.
|OVERNIGHT RAINS LEFT WATER IN SOME FIELDS
|CORN STALKS ARE GROWING THEIR CORN COBS
|TASSLES ON THE SIX AND SEVEN-FOOT CORN STALKS
|THESE COWS DIDN'T SEEM TO MIND THE RAIN
|AND BY GOLLY THAT LOOKS LIKE A CONJOINED COW OUT THERE:))
|A LUSH FARM LANE COMPLETE WITH SOME WILD APPLE TREES
|A SOGGY APPLE ORCHARD
|I THINK THESE BEANS REALLY ENJOYED THE OVERNIGHT RAIN BECAUSE I COULD HEAR A LOT OF GIGGLING GOING ON OUT THERE
|APPLES NESTLED IN WITH A VARIEGATED RED OAK TREE
|RAINDROPS ON THE BERRIES
Al's Music Box:)) Old Man by Neil Young from the album 'Harvest'. 1972 We saw Neil Young in concert at Toronto's CNE stadium one time back in either late 1993 or the summer of 94.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( This is a true story of the late Irish author Brendan Behan who one night collapsed in a diabetic coma in a Dublin street. It was at a time when he was at the height of his drunken notoriety and passers-by naturally thought he was dead drunk. They took him to the nearby surgery of one of Dublin's most fashionable and respected doctors. The doctor decided to take a cardiograph and, somewhat nervous of his patient, thought to humor him. He explained the workings of the cardiograph needle as it registered the faint heartbeats of the very sick and semiconscious Brendan. "That needle there is writing down your pulses, Mr. Behan, and I suppose, in its own way, it is probably the most important thing you have ever written." To which Behan weakly replied: "Aye, and it's straight from me heart, too."
Two drunks are walking along. One drunk says to the other, "What a beautiful night. Look at that moon!" The other drunk stops and looks at his drunk friend. "You are wrong. That's not the moon; that's the sun!" Both continued arguing for a while when they came upon another drunk walking along. So they stopped him and said, "Sir, could you please help settle our argument? Tell us what that shining thing is up in the sky that is so bright. Is it the moon or the sun?" The third drunk looked up at the sky and then looked at them and said, "Sorry, I don't live around here."