Ominous but Beautiful

This evening we had beautiful weather here, cool, but not cold. We gathered with close friends to partake of grilled burgers and more trimmings than the counter could hold, talking about grandchildren, and grandparents and quilts, flowers, furniture, llamas, and the weather...always the weather.

To the south was brilliant, sunlight sky...just a few loose puffs of cloud. But to the north a storm was brewing. I stood in the same spot to take these pictures. Quite a difference, I would say. Thankfully, this storm missed us, but I hear
there was baseball sized hail not far from here.

Tomorrow I depart for senior trip--and the lovely hills of southern Missouri.
I pray for no storms...of any kind.

More Good Intentions

Because of "end of the year" school activities, I've not had enough time with the grandchildren, so they came over yesterday for a while. We strolled up to see the goats at the edge of town. Last year they approached the fence and ate the weeds we offered them. This year they just kept munching grass and ignored us. Zaya and Mim were patient for a while, but they finally gave up, so disappointed they came straight back to the house and retreated to their toy buckets. We only stopped a few times along the way for important stuff--like catching bugs for the bug jar, and playing with the helicopter seeds under somebody's mimosa tree.