Morning

After a really long time, I'm back to this journal. The blog seems too much trouble this morning. It is much cooler outside so cooler in the house as well. I have plants that must go in the ground and a broken tomato plant that needs to be sadly discarded.

I loved last night's storm. I was in Owensboro on my was to Lowe's. All manner of debris was blowing over the parking lot, filling my eyes and nose full of dust and no telling what. I just got a few sprinkles before I got in the building. Every time the doors opened (which was every time a person walked near them) the wind blew light bulbs off the shelf where they met with quite a shock when they hit the floor. Store flyers were actually flying. The storm raged on outside as I ambled around. I love the sound of a storm, the way it makes the hair raise on the back of my neck. I'm not afraid of storms, in fact I love them. But there it a tiny element of the unknown. I imagined what it would be like if the building collapsed although I knew it wouldn't. I thought I would be among the plants if it happened, if the roof and walls suddenly fell toward me. Or in the chandeliers, their bulbs all dark with no electricity to give them light. If my shopping basket wasn't full of plants I could turn my basket upside down and get under it. It might protect me, it might not. I'll never know.