Found out from a friend recently that a lesser-known name for the July full moon is “Thunder Moon”. There’s something so perfect about that. If I ever get married it would be neat to get married this time of year, with everything so alive and the weather so dramatic.
I’ve loved summer thunderstorms for as long as I can remember. When I was younger I used to stand on the front porch (wearing the green fleece cloak my mum made me for Halloween) to watch them. Even in the suburbs you could feel the power booming around you, smell the… well, for lack of a better word, purity… in the air. Lightning fascinates me more than any man-made firework, even as it scares me. There’s something about these storms, too, that symbolizes all that summer is for me… the way they blow in and then out again, like a summer romance; how they make you feel alive the way you never do in autumn rainstorms or a sleepy winter snowfall.
Sitting on the porch of Bullfrog to write this, with the rain rat-a-tat-tatting on our tin roof and the deep shade of thunderheads turning the greens of the evergreens into a forest of jeweltones. Our poor Phoebe bird is a little freaked out- wish she was still comfortable going to her nest with me out here.
Oooooh, wildlife update. The baby bunnies that live by the lab and the chipmunks that live everywhere are growing bolder, though I don’t have the zoom or shutter speed to get good photos. I did finally get a picture of the blind garter snake in our ed room. There was a mid-sized snapping turtle on the front porch of Lincoln Cottage today that just sat there for two hours while our resident artist drew his picture. She thinks he was confused, my opinion is that he was feeling terribly vain. Hope I get to see more of her work before she leaves on Thursday- she is (among other things) one of the artists for the Cornell lab of Ornithology, so she’s been drawing a lot of our birds.
It’s taco night tonight! I should go inside so Phoebe bird will return to her nest and dinner will get started.
This is aforementioned picture of
our rescued garter snake. I've always loved these snakes, something about them is just so adorable.
And while it can't see me (obviously), it does react to my typing... and there's no guilt about keeping it captive, because it wouldn't survive in the wild .
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