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Fear Not the Coming Storm
Something I do not ordinarily do. Not publicly anyway. I am asking for prayers for my son for safe travels as he is on his way to Alabama for the weekend. Yes, he is dragging that camper. As long as … Continue reading
Preparations For What Is Coming
Signs of the storm’s coming arrival are here. The winds have picked up causing the trees to sway crazily. The roof of the house is being bombed by acorns. Earlier it sounded as if someone was tap dancing up there. … Continue reading
Day 243; Footnotes Southern Summer
For the last day of August, it hasn’t been bad. The usual hot and sticky right up until it started raining. Even that has eased off for the moment. The crickets are singing their night time serenade while they can … Continue reading
August Thirty-first; Month In Retrospect
Good-bye August. How in the world, has this year sped by us so quickly? How, can today be the last day of August? The child in me doesn’t want to say good-bye to August and to summer. I love the … Continue reading
August Eighteenth; If I Could Ask For a Gift
Rescue Yesterday was much more than what a local station calls a first alert day weather wise. We knew the remnants of that storm Fred was going to be coming through. I am currently of a mind that we under … Continue reading
August Twelfth; In This My Month of Birth, if I Could Ask For a Gift, It Would Be..
Calm I would ask for calm in the storm. One of the worst of nature’s storms I have ever faced, was Hurricane Hugo. I realize that there are those who have had worse. Those living on the coast when and … Continue reading
July Eighth; Memory Lane 1- Memories of Hugo
I woke to the sounds of rain. As I spoke with my mother moments ago she laughed when I told her that at some point last night I had wakened with the thought in my head that if it hadn’t … Continue reading
Day 303- Footnotes of a, what the heck was that day
Its raining again. It had stopped for a while, had even turned into a gorgeous day, but now, its raining. Hard. Concerned because of how many leaves the earlier rain and winds knocked down, I went out to check the … Continue reading
October Twenty-ninth; Zeta’s remains, wind and raining down everything from water to trees
I heard it the moment I awoke. That undeniable sound of rain. A sound that would have been comforting and lulled me back to sleep but for one thing. The wind. I could hear the sound that haunts me in … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 