The thunder rolls…


  1. Morning yoga stretched me out.
  2. Mountain scenery en route to Cefalù was gorgeous. I’m falling more and more in love with Sicily.
  3. Cefalù was amazing!
  4. Limone e basilico gelato (lemon and basil). Mmmm!
  5. Skyping with my brother Jim and my friend Anisette. Anisette is the friend who is visiting in one month!

It’s my first Sicilian thunderstorm and I love it! This morning started out especially sticky and humid. Clouds blocked out the morning sunshine and shaded my drive to the library. While I was inside, the clouds gathered and were menacing as I emerged. The wind picked up as I headed home for lunch. Just now, as I stirred my soup, the thunder began. Sand, dust, and ash swirl as the thunder rolls back and forth across the sky. We have about 56 wet days a year, which means I get to enjoy the novelty of each one. Check it out.


The most ominous sky I have seen here yet. I know what you’re thinking. “THAT is ominous?” Please remember the constant sunshine has pleasantly displaced memories of other weather patterns from my consciousness.

Look at the neighbor’s willow swirling around and the palm tree on the other side of the house is all side-ponytail right now.

The metallic windsock is about to fly away!



Filed under 5-100, Adjusting

2 responses to “The thunder rolls…

  1. Zina

    Yes, I was wondering, “that’s ominous?” The title of your post immediately made me think of the country song – “thunder rolls, and lightening strikes.” You know which one I’m talking about.

  2. a song by a Mr. Garth Brooks? I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I’m damn sure that’s fair use.

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