Storm on the Mountain
Well, a storm headed for the mountain.
A few days ago, two days after the ant hills were piled high, a storm blew through from the west and headed east toward Smith Mountain. Thunder rumbled almost continuously and I'd see occasional lightning bolts in the vicinity of the Peaks of Otter.
Most of the dreadful weather went just north of us, so I could watch as it happened. Here's how it looked from my point of view:
Here's how little Ruby Sherwood (a sweet dog who lives down the road a piece but comes here for daycare) viewed the storm:
Ruby snuggled into her bed in my garage and didn't come out until the storm had passed.
Not all of us share the same point of view—or the same enthusiasm for storms.
A few days ago, two days after the ant hills were piled high, a storm blew through from the west and headed east toward Smith Mountain. Thunder rumbled almost continuously and I'd see occasional lightning bolts in the vicinity of the Peaks of Otter.
Most of the dreadful weather went just north of us, so I could watch as it happened. Here's how it looked from my point of view:
Ruby snuggled into her bed in my garage and didn't come out until the storm had passed.
Not all of us share the same point of view—or the same enthusiasm for storms.
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posted by Becky Mushko | 2:00 PM
1 Comments:
Poor Ruby! I personally love the excitement of storms. If it's something like flooding, though, I just want to be like Ruby and hide in my bed until it's over.
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