We had plenty of crashing thunder, wild lightning, and monsoon-like rain today.  The pups weren’t thrilled with being inside but neither were they particularly thrilled with being outside.  Patty hates rain, she thinks she’ll melt or something.  Gavin doesn’t mind it too much but the drenching we got, was not his idea of fun either.  The rain battered the heck out of my daffodils but they might stand back up after they dry out a bit.

     Tomorrow the weather people are predicting wind gusts of up to fifty miles per hour.  I spent what little daylight (with no rain) we had left, battening down the hatches.  I’m sure I probably missed a few things and will find them moved tomorrow.  With my luck, they’ll be sleeping with the fishes in the pond and I’ll have to run a salvage operation.  Is Jacques Cousteau’s son still around?  Maybe I’ll give him a call.

     The poor magnolia will probably lose many of its not yet opened buds if the winds get too high.  I don’t remember ever having as much wind as we’ve had this year.  I do hope this will be the last of the high winds or I’m going to have to take some more bungee cords out into the yard to keep things from blowing away.