233: Trips and travels

I took a quick trip to visit my granddaughters and their parents.  Did you miss me?  Bet you didn’t even realize I’d gone away.  That’s how quick it was.  M and I left yesterday afternoon and returned late this afternoon.  We drove south through torrential rain, found the land of sunshine as we got further south, then came home through torrential rain only to meet more torrential rain along the way, and got home in time for even more torrential rain because this The Bogs, where precipitation likes to fall.  You can’t say the weather isn’t interesting around here.

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232: Keeping it simple

It’s Friday and I think we could all use a break from my mega-posts.  Feel free to let out a large sigh of relief.  I just did.  Phewww!

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231: The Big Bang

(Nature’s fireworks.)

That’s what we woke up to this morning.  Not a crash.  Not a boom.  But a BANG.  A BIG bang.  It was as if a giant up in the sky crashed his fist down on the ground creating not only a bang, but a shaking and rattling of the house.  It was an early morning thunderstorm — much better than any alarm clock — informing us that it was time to wake up and get moving.

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212: Karma’s April Photo Scavenger Hunt

Body of Water

At the beginning of the month, Karma posted a photo scavenger hunt challenge that I couldn’t resist because I thought it would be fun and help me stretch a little creatively.  I was right on both counts.  Thank you, Karma!

I was tempted to use some stuff from Ye Olde Archives, but that would not have been as fun or as challenging.  I wasn’t quite sure I’d get them all before the deadline (which is April 24th so you still have time if you want to join in the fun!).

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208: Rainy Tuesday Time Traveling

(Flowering raindrops)

It’s another rainy day here in the Bogs.  Rain, rain, rain, and more rain.  It’s hard to believe the clouds can hold that much water.  Just when I think there can’t possibly be anymore, it pours.  Walls of water march across the pond.  Buckets of it are dumped on the trees.  In between, it mists and spritzes.  Even when it seems like the rain has stopped, the air is so saturated with water that it forms a mist or fog that clings to the hair, skin, and clothing.

The earth is also saturated to the point that the ground has become one big puddle.  There are places where it looks like new ponds are forming.  Vernal pools, of course, have formed (or will be forming) in the woods.  One of my goals is to spot a salamander in or around the vernal pools in our woods.  I have a feeling that is not going to be an easy goal to meet.

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