Saturday, June 7, 2008

We Have Weather

We've been having smashing weather lately: crackling flashing blow-down stuff.
You can even smell it.
Really. The fresh metallic/electric scent is ozone, I gather.

Hail last week: those white ice balls on the floor of my little porch/landing, luckily not big enough to hurt the geraniums.
That's a patchouli plant, also from Sister, in the green pot.
It smells like the Sixties.

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