A Year on Clear Lake-Jun 18, 2013

Storm Clouds–June 18, 2013

Love the way the storm clouds roll in on a summer’s day. A huge, dark cloud takes possession of the sky much like an alien star ship seizing overhead air space. It rolls along above, casting a shadow on everything below, spreading darkness across land and water. Lightening strikes bolt from the heavens, and thunder rumbles across the skies. Such drama.

We need the rain. It’s been a week and a half without it. The ground is parched. Sadly, though, tonight we get more show than rain; more threat than follow through. There is rain, but it falls north and west of us. All we get is a tease, and a promise of a chance tomorrow when things heat up again.

In the meantime the wildflowers crave a drink. I don’t have a name  for the yellow wildflowers (left). They thrive despite the dry earth, and are prolific, being found all across the peninsular.

The colorful red and orange firewheels (right)–also called Indian blankets and the state flower of Oklahoma–are found along the sides of the paved path.

Across the lake, by the boat ramp, these pretty, purple, morning glories (left) are  growing among the rock piles.

Wildflowers are a treat to the eyes, and well worth the time it takes to enjoy them.

Green Thought: I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it…. People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back. ~Alice Walker, The Color Purple, 1982