We're supposed to be in line for thunderstorms this evening.
Elegante Mother is not a happy camper about heavy weather. Luckily, her rooms are on the east side of the house, and most of our weather comes in from the west. And, if we are lucky, she will be in bed, asleep, early enough to miss most of the storms.
The light has changed. We've gone from a sunny afternoon, to overcast. The grove behind me is still, but you can see leaves here and there starting to sway. It's time to check out the radar and batten down the hatches.
I've moved most of the container garden in under the overhang of the entryway. I moved the last of the plants to be planted into the garage, and I may encourage my son to put his car in the garage, too. Let's hope that Dear Husband is fortunate, and that the storms miss the lagoon where he is moored on the Chicago coastline.
I think I'll go see if Ed is ready to come in! *G*
I hope you're all safe this evening, and getting as much rain as you need....or would like.