Some days seem destined to be dull

Some days seem destined to be dull, others are full of surprises and spectacular events.

Friday started out quite dull, it was over 90F at 9am and super humid.

I spent most of the day on a routine doctor visit and running errands.

Nothing exciting on the agenda for this dull day.

I came home to tidy up the garden, at the end of the afternoon I saw that the sky was darkening to the West

Maybe we will have rain I thought, a welcome interruption to this dull oppressive heat.

I was putting stuff away from gardening when I saw an alert message on my phone.

Within minutes the sky turned an evil black and big raindrops dotted the driveway, not soaking rain but an aperitif.

The main course soon followed, a torrent of rain, delivered in winds of frightening intensity.

The trees were rocking, garden furniture was skidding about and anything light outside took off in the heavy gusts,

The bay erupted as heavy squalls dashed over the surface.

Hail appeared with a crashing sound on the windows and it was intense for at least 5 minutes. The hail was bouncing off the deck outside.

The ground turned white, rivers of rain flowed down the street.

Lightening flashes accompanied by deafening thunder told us the storm was directly overhead.

Our emotions were mixed, excited by the display but somewhat anxious for the potential damage from this immensely powerful reminder of nature’s strength.

After 30 minutes or so the rain and hail suddenly stopped.

The sun emerged from the parting clouds and the crazy wild wind thankfully subsided .

Nature declared it was time for dessert.

A huge rainbow suddenly appeared over the bay, we could almost touch the end of it from our back yard

The temperature had dropped 20 degrees causing the wet road surface to evaporate in clouds of moisture like a London Fog.

Fortunately we had no damage from the storm and we prepared dinner dinner in awe of what we had just witnessed.

Later we settled down to watch the bay as the clouds lit up in breathtaking colors at sunset.

The previously raging bay was calm now, reflecting the bright orange light from the clouds.

Perhaps the spectacular sunset display was nature’s way of saying sorry for the storm, please forgive me and accept this gift.

Another surprise gift followed at 4 am, Jupiter shining bright in a sky full of stars, Mars and Venus sitting proudly to her left.

Nature gave another gift at sunrise on Saturday with a bright orange ball rising up from the ocean.

The artwork in our home lit up into a flaming inferno.

Of course we forgave nature for unleashing that storm upon us and we graciously accepted all her beautiful gifts.

There shall be no more dull days for us because every day is a wondrous gift in life.

Bonding with Nature

We sat in a wildlife hide

At the head of a Scottish loch

Watching the birds

It was low tide

A stationary heron at the waters edge

Patiently waiting for a passing meal

Mallard ducks feeding

Seagulls resting in the kelp

White fluffy clouds sailed over blue skies

The light breeze made small ripples

Sparkling in the low sunlight

Time stood still

No sign of human activity

We bonded with nature

The animals were happy

So were we

Until Maria found a tick crawling on her arm

We rapidly unbonded with nature

Passed along

Beckoning breeze

Trees sway

Leaves rustle

Wind whispers

Nature’s message

Passed along

Nobody notices

Except me

I hear

Trees talking

Nature speaks

I listen

Others ignore

Deaf ears

Blind eyes

Empty minds

Lost souls

Trees sway

Leaves rustle

Wind whispers

I smile

Trees notice

I whisper

Nature listens

Trees sway

Leaves rustle

My message 

Passed along

The scintillatingly sassy Sandpiper seaside salsa

Sandpipers scurry along the beach

Retreating from the advancing surf

Scurrying back as the dying wave retreats

Pecking furiously at the wet sand

All moving in unison like well trained dancers

Take thirty steps to the left

Then thirty steps to the right

Quick pause to peck the bubbling wet sand

Repeat peck repeat

Repeat peck repeat

A well choreographed group tap dance

Those tiny little feet moving in a blur

Leaving no footprints in the sand 

Their leader drills the large group so well

Making the calls to change direction

Deciding which wave to explore

As the group flits along the shore

Old Neptune provides the music

To the rhythm of the crashing waves

His invisible orchestra blasts out fanfares

Background singers hiss in the wet sand

Come take your partners please

Succumb to the scintillatingly sassy Sandpiper seaside salsa

Island Life

I have always wanted to own an island

A special gathering place for my family

Somewhere to hang out with friends

Hopefully not too remote 

So I bought a small sturdy table

I put a granite counter top on it

Placed it in the kitchen

Now I have my own island

My sister bakes delicious cakes on my island

Its a great place to hang out at parties

Certainly not too remote

Proof that your dreams can come true

Never break the cycle

William was walking down the beach with his father

Palm trees lined the edge of the shore

The boy picked up a fallen coconut 

What shall we do with it Dad he asked

I think you should bury it said his father

Then come back when the tree has grown

William dug a hole in the sand and planted the coconut

Remember where you put it said his father

William returned to that beach thirty years later

His own son by his side this time

William told his son the story of the coconut

His son was excited to look for the tree

Eventually they stopped and Willam said its here

There was a fallen coconut under the tree

His son picked it up asking his dad if they should plant it

Oh no John said his dad, we will take it home and eat it

I have been waiting a long time to taste it

Suddenly a barrage of coconuts fell down from the tree

One struck William on the head knocking him out

John ran all the way home clutching the coconut

He raised the alarm but his father was found dead

John watched the coffin being put in the ground

He joined the line of people throwing dirt in the hole

Then he paused and thew the coconut onto the coffin

Vowing to return in thirty years

I feel sorry for the wind

I feel sorry for the wind

he is truly homeless

always on the move

when he is not with you

he is blowing by elsewhere

invisible but forceful

sometimes light and gentle

damaging when in a rage

rain and snow are the gifts he brings

leaves rustle when he arrives

a still pond ripples in his presence

waves pound the beach at his command

when uncertain he gets gusty

why is the wind so unforgiving

if you do not move at his pace

and in the direction he chooses

he will push you around without mercy

adored by kite fliers

worshipped by yachtsmen

feared by cyclists

he is a sad lonely restless bad tempered old man

always hides his face but you can tell when he is there

constantly searching for the peace he will never find

perhaps he had a disturbed childhood

or a very bad relationship breakup

he refuses to go to therapy

I feel sorry for the wind

Nature won

Beautiful lake

Still waters

Resting in peace

Boy despises calm nature

Intent on disruption

Launches a pebble

Ripples race to the shore

Reflected mountain shimmers

Wind woken up

Waves melt reflected mountain

Mountain unimpressed

Boy throws another pebble over the surface

Bouncing over the waves

Hopping smaller distances with every rebound

Pebble swallowed by a wave

Lake is not amused

Mountain fumes

Pebbles annoyed

Clouds get angry

Boy picks up another pebble

Sky turns black

Raindrops fall in an angry hiss

Lake surface boils with rage

Soaked boy clutching pebble

Thunder roars

Lightening crackles

Wind howls

Boy afraid

Suddenly the rain stops

Empty clouds drift away

Wind dies down

Setting sun glows red

Spilling its blood into the lake

Boy hesitates

Decides not to toss pebble

Fearing more retaliation

Discarding pebble on shore

Smiling sun sets

Mountain shrugs

Clouds giggle

Wind sighs

Pebbles chuckle

Lake snores

Soggy boy trudges home

Nature won

Useppa

Useppa Island

Fancy name

Near Sanibel

Sort of

Sandbar origin

No bridges

Too far

Boat required

Inhabited today

Nobody local

Money required

Mostly humans

Private island

Exclusive club

Not public

Members only

Costly join

Invited guests

Feel grateful

Paradise found

Previously lost

Small houses

Expensive land

Hideaway homes

Seasonal occupants

Some manicured

Preppy owners

Others secluded

Off grid

Pretty flowers

Ugly leaves

Big trees

Small paths

Secluded beaches

No roads

Golf carts

Walking trails

Breathtaking views

Tiny museum

Tennis court

Helicopter pad

Collier Inn

Harborside bar

No nightclub

Cute place

Been there

Got T-shirt

Very expensive

No return

Useppa unzipped

Sad eyes smile after passing shower

Suddenly overcast

Rain clouds

Sunshine suspended

Gloomy skies

Sad eyes

Eerie stillness

Light sprinkling

Large drops

Advance party

Warning spots

Sudden gust

Howling wind

Sideways rain

Heavy torrent

Plantpots topple

Ground soaked

Puddles appear

Pedestrians scatter

Roadway flooded

Cars slowing

Trees swaying

Rain hisses

Foliage swishes

Traveling shower

Soon passes

Wind drops

Rain stops

Clouds drift

Blue skies

Sun shines

Road dries

Plantpots restored

Nature attacks

Nature resists

Nature survives

Step outside

Bright skies

Splashing puddles

Smiling eyes