As Blake and I turned off the freeway to Grandma's, I saw a big grumpy cloud parked right over her house, and blue sky in every other direction. The grill started up, and Mr. Stratocumulus came storming over to rain on our parade. He must really like our company. Why shouldn't he? We're a fun bunch to be around. He invites himself to every barbecue from Memorial Day to Labor Day.
And so we did what we always do, pulled the tables into the garage and chuckled at the odds of yet another barbecue in the rain. Here you can see the blue sky just beyond us while we look through our curtain of rain from the roof.
Then Ard turned off the grill, giving our cloud-friend leave to go bother somebody else. We celebrated his departure by getting Chester out of the pasture and taking some rides. I had missed so many rainy barbecues at Grandma's- it was nice to experience one just as I have always remembered it.
2 comments:
What a tradition. To call down the rain every barbecue. I was a few miles away baking in the heat during your barbecue. It was so bright that we could not take pictures of the kids because they could not keep their eyes open.
If I ever decide to farm, or do something that I need rain, I am inviting your family over...for a barbecue.
Stratocumulus???? Impressive. I had to sound that one out. Thank goodness for phonix.
You just left here less than an hour ago, and I miss you guys already! Can you come back yet? The basement is always available.
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