A few weeks ago I looked through the front doors and captured this lovely sunset; no editing because why would I want to, plus I don’t know how.
We are blessed with amazing sunsets from our front door more times than not.
The next afternoon I got an alert on my phone that lighting was in the area and to seek shelter, so like a normal person I went outside to see for myself.
I was kind of happy to see these dark clouds as we’ve not had rain in forever; the grass is as dry as my personality. Wouldn’t you know it thundered, rumbled and just looked ominous, but not one drop of water fell from the sky. NOT ONE.
(Since I started this post weeks ago, we had a huge downpour that flooded out lots of the mulch I just laid and had the pool as full as it could get)
Remember last month when I spent the weekend with my girlfriend D? Of course you do, what else do you have to think about? Anyhoo, she told me that her son Kelly (who passed away) called the moon: Moont when he was little. When he was an adult and traveling around the country, he would often stop what he was doing call his Mom and say:
Go outside and look at the moont while I’m looking at the moont.
I just thought that was the sweetest thing.
So now when I see the moon, I think of the two of them. Last week I sent her a picture of my moont and she went out and took a pic of her moont.
I just love that wherever we are on this planet, we can look at the same moont.
When you see the moont tonight, I want you to think about me.
Well, unless it’s this kind of moon.
I had a very busy weekend with various things that I will be posting about soon.
Luckily, we only fed 14 people on Easter Sunday and not 120; so that was a piece of
kale cake. I got to spend TWO days with my delightful offspring and part of my weekend involved meeting up with One Of You.
If it wasn’t you, could you guess who it was?