Drought

I will write soon, I promise!

Lately, I’ve been so busy with life.

Sometimes it’s hard to just sit down and write.

The winter is cold, my fingers feel frozen.

Sometimes the muse flees when…

The grass is brown,

And the sky pale.

Waitin’ out the Storm

Well, here we are again. Waiting out another storm that’s typical of the Tennessee Valley.

It’s been one of those days and nights that we watch the Weather Channel and click on NOAA to see if those crazy yellows and reds are going to sweep in from the west on our weather map.

I wonder what it feels like to live somewhere that isn’t as prone to tornadoes. What does it feel like to not have to run and hide like a rabbit when bad weather comes around?

Today, in north Alabama, it was almost 70 degrees! Really?! It’s supposed to be winter time!

Well, you can’t do anything about the weather, so I guess we’ll hunker down and hope that we don’t have to sleep in our street clothes…or, rather, hope to sleep at all.

It’s no fun knowing that you have to guard the night against weather like a sentinel guards against a human attacker.