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Well, hello again, and welcome back!
Thank you for all your kind comments, Jayne passes all your messages along and I have to say that it does brighten the day and put a little skip in my step to know that Robin and I are so admired. We have had quite the week with all this weather. The calendar says it's July, but my poor cold toes suggest it's more like February, so I really don't know where we are.
On Tuesday, it seemed that the sun was finally paying us a visit, so after breakfast, we set off for my summer home in the rosebush by the gate. Jayne kindly filled her carpet bag with provisions and an old browny camera that Robin had become fond of, and we all made our way up through the fields in the glorious morning weather.
When we arrived, the branches were so laden with roses that they were sighted down to the ground, and the smell! It was pure heaven, and the buzzing of the bees...sweet music! We ate a light snack of scones to fortify ourselves, and then I took Robin into my house to show him around while Jayne (who is altogether too large to squeeze in through the door) was outside reading a book. Well, we were in the living room, and I was pointing out the dust bath to Robin when a freak blast of wind struck, and the whole side of the house lifted up, and the next thing you know, instead of looking at a wall of branches we were staring out at the sky! And not the pretty blue sky of that morning; oh no, THIS sky was angry and dark.
Jayne commented that the weather might be turning, and a moment later, there was a terrifying noise, a deep rumbling like the earth was ripping open, followed by a boom.
"I think it's an ogre!" cried Robin. That little fellow just ran outside without a second thought, jumped high in the air, and landed on the button of his camera, which took a picture. I can tell you that the flash was blinding. I'm lucky I have any sight left.
"He must be over the hill..." cried Robin as the sound came again, this time even louder, if you can believe such a thing.
"I think it's thunder," pronounced Jayne as she packed everything back into the carpet bag. "We should head back to the house where it's safe."
Well, I'm no coward, but I began to trot towards the house as fast as my legs would carry me, and it started to rain. I tell you, the drops were the size of pennies; if four of them hit you, you wouldn't need to bathe for a week. We scurried like rabbits for the final few feet and only just managed to get inside before the heavens truly opened. Then, oh, the flashing and the banging! The crashing and the shaking! I have never been so frightened in all my life! I was so glad we were in such a stout house with thick walls that the wind could not lift.
It might be a while before Robin and I move into the rosebush for the summer; I think I feel safer inside.
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