I got home in the evening, just as a big long front of thunderstorms hit. Managed to extricate myself from keeping Jack the bulldog company, and run to the studio for a few minutes to dash this off.
Here’s Jack, guarding the house to keep the thunder out.
Autumn arrives with apples in her eyes and a storm beneath her wings
we are all together in this
“He sends his showers of blessings down to cheer the plains below, He makes the grass the mountains crown and corn in valleys grow…”
In French, ‘blesser’ means to wound or injure. Recent storms have been a mixed bag of blessing.
keep the wind at your back and the sun in your jacket
waiting for the oncoming storm