"Tomorrow is Another Day"

Rain and thunderstorms were suppose to move through last evening but all we got was the rain and much cooler temperature. At five thirty this morning it is 51 degrees and the high is suppose to be only in the mid-sixties as opposed to the 80s we've had in the past few days. Would be great weather to work in the garden but both my grandkids are with me today so gardening will wait until another day. The oldest one is 12 and lives on a small farm so he enjoys coming to my house and just hanging out without any chores to do. The youngest has just turned 3 so she likes Dora, Little Bear and Hello Kitty. I need a break from gardening and outside work so this will be a wonderful weekend to just relax and play with the kidos. This is one of my favorite hydrangea. It blooms on both old and new wood and so far has proved to be a rather heavy bloomer. I have two of them and last fall collected enough flower heads to make several large bouquets which dried nicely and are still very showy.
The August Lily is up and surrounded by violets. Flower pots are awaiting new tenants which requires a decision on my part. Oh, well, as Scarlett said "tomorrow is another day". I will consider all these problems at a later date.

A Mighty Oak & A Mighter Power

I sat across the street from my drive one summer afternoon and admired this mighty Oak. It was fully clothed in green leaves at that time and was beautiful. I made a comment that it was one of the prettiest trees I had ever seen. Well, a few evenings later, during a thunderstorm a bolt of lighting ended its long life. It split the tree, dropping a huge branch across my drive and the next day when I checked it out there were big chunks of bark that had been splintered off. Looking at the huge old tree and the damage that had been done in a split second of time was a very thought provoking moment. The might powers of nature can make us realize just how small and insigificant we really are. I had hoped it would recover but not so.