It was supposed to be raining and it wasn't. The sky was completely filled with dark, fast moving clouds. There were random gusts of violent wind and an occasional spritz of rain drops, but no real rain to speak of. I took the chance to lay a few more stepping stones. The ones there kept saying they felt incomplete. This is a little better I suppose.
In my wanderings of late I have found daffodils I forgot about. I keep looking where I thought I planted some and have seen nothing yet.
I remember where others are supposed to be.
Miss Collar has found a new nesting place. Without rain, snow or cold, kitties prefer the outdoor life, preferably on a perch with a view.
Hellebore blooms on a stormless stormy day. These I know came from Fairegarden, Tennessee. So many others have landed here now, where they came from is becoming blurred. They come in many colors, little seedlings that have followed me home.
The storm finally came, a brief wet interlude on a stormless day.