On this gloomy morning, Lizzie and I are taking advantage of what might be the last porch day for a bit. We woke to a warmer morning than expected and took the computer to the porch, catching up with all of you. It wasn't a bad day and when a butterfly flitted by, I ran out to the beach to photograph it, dancing cheerily between this weed and that.
This odd creature came by -- all that one can see of it is a long neck in the water -- and as soon as it goes under, who knows where it will pop up again. The only guarantee is that it is nowhere near where it was before. A cormorant, perhaps?
Within a half hour, the temperature began to drop, and the winds pick up. Dark, heavy clouds seemed to sink lower in the sky, filled with rain that was soon to come. Whitecaps appeared on the gray waters of the lake and began crashing into the shore. At my little lake, waves don't crash. They do today. I ran into the house to grab my shawl and back to the porch to watch and listen to the rain.
I had my first sighting of Eddie Eagle this morning. I worried that he might be seeking out the ducks (who made a fairly subtle but quick exit). He enjoyed a little shore food and was off again where he settled in his tree.
The rain has started to fall a bit harder now, the wind blowing mist into the porch. I slide the table closer and closer to the wall, hoping to avoid the moment I will need to go in. There is no thunder but I suspect if I opened Lizzie's linen closet, she would jump on her shelf amidst towel and sheets without hesitation.
A loose napkin flies off the table and skitters around the porch floor, finally lifted up, where it slams into the screen. The pumpkin is damp. I'm wondering when the small vase of marigolds, past their prime, might tip. My paper lanterns are swaying - left, right, left again.
I feel the temperature drop quickly. I may have to change out the shawl for a fleecy sweatshirt if I'm to stay out here. Or maybe I'll go in, read a book, felt an ornament. I've seen Eddie the Eagle today.
It's a good day.