I love summer storms. The thunder, lightening, puddles.. for some reason all feel different in the summer. I can remember when I was little, piling all my stuffed animals on my bed, and preparing for the 'flood' that would take me down the street. Now I just like to pile myself on my bed and listen.
This storm offered my planets a nice drink. Pictured are beans, pepper leaves, basil, and tomatoes. Most of them are gone now, except the tomatoes, and couple tiny peppers. The basil has gone to seed and is far too strong. I tried some with a tomato the other day and had to spit it out. Yuck!
The honeysuckles looked especially rain-forresty. When I was taking these pictures there were wasps flying all over. I was too scared to get close enough to get a good picture of them.
I can feel summer coming to an end. It makes me nervous, and also excited. I love fall, but what girl who loves clothes, doesn't? However, I feel like I didn't get in enough swimsuit wearing, or ice cream dates. Matt reminded me that I jumped off a 60+ foot cliff this summer, so I should not feel I lacked in summer adventures. Hopefully fall will feel a bit more productive.