Thunder above…

DSCN1836 (2).JPG          I love the clouds they look like the sea lapping on the shore…

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This is my banter for Wednesday September 4th…

Hello everyone:: I trust your Tuesday was a good one.. I also hope all the children going to school for the first time, and those back to school had a fabulous day.. I believe I could hear the laughter in each mom’s voice as the children waltzed out the door and into school.. It’s time for a break moms, you have done your duty well.. You deserve a much needed relaxing day.. I already know that there are a lot of moms having separation anxiety.. I once experienced the same emotions when my first child rode away on the bus.. Fear not moms for the children will return with all the coverage of their first day in school.. The excitement the children will feel will bubble over into long urgent stories.. The teacher will be mention as will the new friends they had made.. Abstract paintings will be given as gifts to moms.. You are the one loved so deeply.. That is you.. Dad will get chatter about the first day, and see the art displayed on the refridgerator.. The rest of the school days will fall into order, one after the other.. There will still be stories of friends and fun had by each child.. Their confidence will grow, as well as the knowledge they learn each day.. Be proud moms and dads you have done a beautiful job..

DSCN1840 (2).JPGUnable to stand tall, this tree will become a home for other creatures..

I sit here, on this Tuesday night listening to the thunder dance across the dark skies.. A storm has come to play in the trees, and on the ground.. Broken branches whirl to the ground and join the many others scattered around the yard.. Birds fly for the shelter of trees.. They huddle and hang on tight while the storm rages on.. Rain lashes the faces of those caught in this storm, as they rush for shelter.. Lightening, sends a blueish bolt of light across the skies.. All that was dark is turned into a blazing white light.. But only for a few seconds till another bolt of lightening streaks across the sky.. I watch the rain tapping against the dripping windows.. Should I open the door and feel the rain on my face, as I stare into darkness.. Is there something there trying to call me out.. No, I will stand behind this pane of glass and use it as my shield from the darkness around me.. I will not be consumed by the shadows who are watching from the darkness.. The shadows that ride the white bolts of lightening.. I am safe in my fortress of wood and glass.. I am safe..

DSCN1853 (2).JPG         The downed trees lay motionless in the sun light..

All of a sudden there is quiet.. No more roaring thunder.. No more streaking lightening.. I watch by porch light as the night squeezes out the last drip of rain.. The storm has moved on to another place, where it will make it’s self known and felt by all.. This night has been one of wonder, and experience.. I welcome the rain again.. ‘So I don’t have to water the plants’.. The hose usually gets wet when I turn it off.. It sprays a burst of water all down the front of my clothes.. It’s funny, and I’m sure there are those that watch, and laugh.. I feel like a drowned rat caught in a flood.. Early this morning the wind was softly blowing.. It’s strange how things can change so quickly.. In a moment of time.. The storm will be the talk of the day, when the sun shines.. The word will travel fast as others pass it on in a flurry of incorrect accounts.. Now the storm has changed into the worst one seen in years.. The toll it has taken on the beauty around us is devastating.. Trees will have ripped from their roots, and sent sailing through closed windows.. The rain will have filled the streets where no one dares to go.. As the story is told over and over the severity of the storm has been changed.. News of just a rain storm with thunder and lightening is not enough to fill the writer’s space.. Everything can be changed and blown out of reality by the passing of the spoken word.. 

DSCN1835.JPG       The clouds look as though they are coming from the tree…

Just keep in mind that what you say will be blown out of proportion.. By those who loose contact with the real truth.. Their silver tongues, will waggle as long as they can.. Well, this gal has gotta get out of here.. Have a wonderful Wednesday, and be safe.. Till later.. Speak the truth.. 🙂 🙂

I want to give a special thanks to all my readers for your dedication… 🙂 🙂  The photographs in this banter are a product of my skills in photography.. Enjoy  🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS…   Thank you for stopping by.. 🙂 🙂

 

 

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