Holy Buckets! What a downpour!

The predicted rain overnight didn’t materialize, but skies were threatening as I got up this morning.  While I was getting ready to head into the Visitor’s Center, Jay knocked on my door to inform me that there was a tornado watch for the area.  I then started moving things around so I could roll in the slide-outs on the motorhome.  By the time I got that done, the rain started with a vengeance.  What a downpour we had!  Emma was shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze.  The thunder roared and the lightening flashed nonstop.  I really should have grabbed Emma and headed for headquarters, but I didn’t.  We sat it out for a couple of hours, and luckily, no tornado found us.  

 

Eventually I made it in to work, and was surprised at the number of visitors we had this afternoon.  I sure wouldn’t have been out doing tourist stuff in this kind of weather.  Guess I’m just becoming a wimp in my old age. 

 

The front moved on through by late afternoon, and Emma and I were able to sit outside when I was done with work.  Normally, I would ensconce myself in my beloved rocker, but it developed a little problem last night.

When I sat down in it, the fabric ripped all the way up the side!  What’s up with that?  I’ve only had this rocker for two years, and I put it under cover every night.

My back up chair is this Zip Dee that I purchased back in 1987.  That’s 24 years of use, and the fabric has never been replaced.  It doesn’t rock, and has started to rust a bit, but it sure has been reliable!  Do I need to say that they don’t make things like they used to?  I’m not a happy camper about that rocker, for sure!  Well, the rocker was toast, and the Zip Dee was soaking wet, so I pulled out my final option to sit on.  It’s one of those cheap-o fold up chairs that come in a bag.  It’s not really comfortable, but will do in a pinch.

When the rain stopped this afternoon, all the chipping sparrows, chickadees, goldfinches, and titmice swarmed the feeders to make up for lost time.

I even had both a female and male Eastern towhee stop by for a bite to eat.  Along with a half a dozen squirrels, of course. 

SAM has commented that he would like to see some more pictures of Emma.  Well Sam, this is what happens when I try to take a picture of her.  She holds still if I’m taking pictures of other things on our hikes when I ask her to, but if I want a picture of her she’s just not interested in that!  She always gives me the rear end view.  She seems to have a sixth sense about that, and will immediately do what ever is necessary to ignore me. 

Just as the sun was setting tonight, Jay gazed down the road and noticed the fog rolling in.

I grabbed my camera, and Emma, and we headed to the savannah to try to capture the beauty of the aftermath of today’s storms.  It was quite an experience as that fog literally engulfed us in it’s gossamer grip.  Oddly, it only lasted a short time, and then it was gone.  An eerie ending to the day…

 

Thanks for stopping by…. talk to you later,  Judy