I am listening to the Yard Man mow my front yard while dodging lightening and thunder. It's raining cats and dogs out there too. By the pail full, Honey's, but my brother out there is a Yankee and is in fact from New York. I reckon there must not be too much lightening and thunder up there. I don't know, because I know my Relations know how I am about having respect for those bolts of electricity. Papa don't play with this because I don't have time for that getting struck and put in hospital, the front page of news paper and or struck dead. Here in these parts of Florida, that happens every other month or so. Some Folks should know to get off the Golf Course or to get the hell out of the Gulf of Mexico or Tampa Bay...
...but, no. Folks get zapped here just way to frequently and honestly, I am surprised we don't have more deaths because when it rains down here, The God's tend to throw darts of lightening at Folks like my Yard Dude out there weed whacking now. Or those kids up at the basketball courts or the tennis courts next to the courts. Folk's walking about - to the store of the Bus Stop. Look, I've been out there myself. Yes-yes, by accident, but I'm letting you all know that I have seen Folks out there in full torrential down pour and lightening striking and thunder so loud it will make a grown Man scream like a little girl. Um yeah, I know.
Earlier this morning the rain was falling so fast and in such amount as to create a bit of angst in my Core. If it had continued as it was - Freedom Lawn care would not be out there attending to my beautiful lawn's and grass. I don't think. (The thunder rolls) Am not sure if I have shared this with my guests, so I'll do so now. This small piece of Mother Earth where we live is separated into several parks. My neighbours to my West wish to purchase a bench to place in the shade of the Pine in the South West Lawn. There is much beautiful fern at it's base along with these cute purple plants that provide pretty-in-pink flowers for the honey bee's to come sip. There is a Cypress there also - the plant placed into Earth Mother in Honor of those very neighbours. Down and on line separating our small pieces of Mother earth are a row of shrubbery that the Right Good neighbour planted long ago. When I garden there in the South West Park, I often trim the shrubbery. I don't mind in the slightest. That perfectionist, you know. Also, many times he has mowed this small piece of Earth so that it flows when he has mowed his. I just love this natural exchange. It seems so right - such neighbourly love.
Right, just got back from a take-a-look at what my Yard Dude's up to. He's still right at it - through the rain, lightening and thunder! Bless his heart, don't he know better to get out the storm. I don't think so really...
...speaking of which, I think maybe I turn this ole boy off for a spell. If I were to have this on during a storm and get struck and burned - I wouldn't stop hearing about it for the remainder of my life here. Sorry Kin, I know my wife better than she thinks I do. Ha!
Ciao Bella's...
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