Yesterday, the weather was very strange. I woke to clouds, the air cool and clammy. I actually liked it, and mourned the fact that I would be working most of the day and unable to be out in my gardens. It seemed the perfect weather to be out planting in the flower beds and moving things from the folks' place to mine. The weatherman kept saying that it was going to be sunny and 80 deg F by the end of the day, and Client and I spent much of the late morning and early afternoon laughing at him. How could such a grey day turn into a beautiful sunny afternoon?!
Sometime between 2 and 3pm, a storm hit. The wind was whipping the lilacs and azaleas so hard their branches were laying almost flush to the ground. The wind drove the rain so hard that, rather than falling to the ground, it shot horizontally across the yard. Thunder rolled. Client and I looked at each other and watched the weather channel to see if we had to worry about tornadoes.
Believe it or not, the weatherman was right, though. By the time I headed home at 5pm, the sun was shining and it really was 80 degrees! Now this morning I wake to mostly grey skies again. How strange is this world we live in?