Yes, according to weather forecasters, more storms are coming our way.  Tonight we are expecting severe thunderstorms followed by more severe thunderstorms for all day Friday.  Tornadoes are possible, i.e. likely?  Sort of a daunting prospect, but what can we do?

Strange because today is absolutely beautiful.  March 1 and it’s 64 degrees outside, sun shining.  Verbal and I walked along the lake, and he barked at the ducks that are visiting us today.   Seven of the shoveler ducks have graced us with their presence.  They have been paddling this way and that across the lake.  They are rather funny when we can see them up close to shore.  They tend to bob their heads up and down, a little like their own version of ‘strutting.’  I wish I had the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack for them.

Sad news, Verbal manged to get stuck under a rowboat.  Sort of my fault. 

Let me explain.  My grandmother’s dog Ginger is about 40 pounds heavier and, thus, bigger than Verbal.  She is also youthful and playful.  Ginger was chasing Verbal who sought refuge in the only viable way, digging through the sand to get under the overturned rowboat.  Unfortunately, once under the boat – he began to panic, and I could hear him ricocheting around the underside of the boat and digging in every which direction.  Finally, I was able to reach under and drag him bodily out from under the boat.  All in a day’s adventure.

In preparation for the coming storm, we are having a dinner party, of course.  A cousin is coming over for our version of dinner and a movie.  Eton Mess has been requested, so I made meringues this morning.  And continuing on the Anglophile theme, I am making Thatched Chicken Pie tonight, and we are watching Lost in Austen.  Did I mention we will be drinking cider?  How twee of us!

Hopefully, the storm will hold until after the movie, and until after our cousin has safely driven home.  And, while we are on the subject, why not after I have walked the dogs tonight.

I look out the window, and the lake trembles slightly with the gentle breeze.  Hard to believe that in less than 10 hours we will have gusts of wind and pounding rain.

Tomorrow is also my last full day at the farm.  Saturday, we head to Michigan, and Sunday I head back to Pennsylvania.  Hoping the warm weather follows, but I will give a miss to the storms.

Hoping spring is calm and balmy for you.

As ever,

K. Quinn