With all the hot, humid weather lately, a storm was a certainty sooner or later. This afternoon it finally arrived. Unfortunately it didn't quite arrive here - I love a good storm. We were only about a mile from the edge of it. Just before the school bus was due at 3.30 the thunder started rumbling and the dark clouds moved in to hang over the mountain.
My son called in to ask would I pick up Georgia from the school bus if the skies opened and I was standing outside, listening to the thunder rolling around when the bus stopped at my gate. What a nice bus driver she has. Rather than drop her off at her gate, he'd stopped at mine so she wouldn't get wet. I wasn't the only one who thought we were in for a drenching. We talked about storms for a while and looked up the different colours of lightning on the net and when we next looked out, the sky was clear.
But not for long. Two hours later the dark clouds were back - in the opposite direction.
We walked out into the paddock closer to the trees where the clouds appeared to be touching their tops.
Don't worry, we were safe. The only two flashes of lightning we saw were miles and miles away. I try to pass on to Georgia the things I love. Just as when I see and hear a good storm I think of my grandmother and remember the happy times I spent storm watching with her, I hope one day she too will appreciate the power and beauty of nature and yes, that she will remember me.
That last line got me, Pauline.
ReplyDeleteOf course she will remember you. I never saw my grandmother again after I was 6 years old, but I remember her. To this day, the smell of Noxema takes me back to her bedroom and the wonderful feeling of sitting on the side of her bed as she let down her long hair.
In your case you talk with your granddaughter, spend time with her and demonstrate your love for her in every way - today, by meeting her at the gate.
I'd wager millions that she'll not only remember your, but that she will wish to be like you.
I agree with Pondside - i do believe your granddaughter will always remember the special times she's spent with you and the wonderful things you've done for her. She's a lucky girl to live so close to her dear grandmother! Your photos are beautiful Pauline!
ReplyDeleteI too love a good storm. Grand images.
ReplyDeletePictures are very beautiful. I love nature no matter how destructive it could be sometimes. In Philippines, storms passes quite often and I remember them a lot. Sometimes I would watch with excitement but at the same time with fear of what could happen. Nature is grand.
ReplyDeletewonderful pics! :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a black, black sky. There's not much doubt your granddaughter will remember many of your happy time together.
ReplyDeleteMother nature at her best, she reminds us all who's the boss. Unfortunately, the weather can be destructive to property and people.
ReplyDeleteIt does offer the creative mind to capture moments of beauty.
Beautiful photos. I do love a storm, coming or going.
ReplyDeleteYour grand daughter will remember. I remember every hour I spent with my grand mother who taught me about nature and to this day I feel like she is beside me on every walk I take.
I, too, like storms. The most spectacular and dramatic ones I've experienced were in Tuscany in the heat of the summer. Although there was one which rumbled round for most of the night when I was young and kept much of Liverpool awake all night with people watching it and the lights on in all the houses as people brewed up.
ReplyDeletegreat post. and yes she will remember the experience with you....good grandmothering.
ReplyDeleteI love the way those thundery clouds can just seem to threaten but be blown away. They looked really menacing.
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I am sure she will look back and remember many things about you Pauline. I just love the bright green against the dark sky...such a contrast.
ReplyDeleteYes, I too like a good storm. And I like these photos too!
ReplyDeleteI used to go out into storms and enjoy the experience of getting wet and wind-blown.
ReplyDeleteI've grown up since then.
I don't like storms. I went to my church to teach ESOl, came back driving the car. Then I had to go to school. A storm was brewing, the sky as dark, my school is 5 mins walk.
ReplyDeleteI ask myself shall I risk walking and be caught in the storm when I come home. I walked, and the rain went up to you in Whangarei. LOL