Towards the end of our stay in Arizona, I saw a TV commercial that made me long for a rainy day. An off road vehicle was driving up a winding mountain road. A light rain was falling. I remembered how fresh the air could feel and how wonderful the forest could smell after a rain! In contrast, Phoenix Arizona was dry desert heat that could possibly fry an egg on the hood of the neighbour’s car. A few days later, we were on our way back to Alberta. Our first stop was the Grand Canyon. We arrived late in the afternoon, and spent several hours walking along the rim taking pictures. Dark clouds to both the east and west hinted that a storm was brewing. My rainy day was very near! I woke the next morning (my birthday) to a steady drizzle. I marveled that The Car Guy was able to deliver such a great present on my birthday. As we drove back to the Grand Canyon, I got whiffs of fresh air and fragrant …
After the rain – the plants were freshly washed and ready to have their photos taken! To do these photos justice, click on one of them to open a slideshow. To close the slideshow, press your ES-Ca-pay button (or the tiny ‘X’ on the top left of the screen). Your Good Days – any particularly memorable one? For other stories about Good Days, click on this link: Today Was A Good Day
The August 2014 hail storm in Airdrie, Alberta was unprecedented in terms of damage.
Macro photo of a large raindrop on a green leaf.
What can you see inside a raindrop? What if a rainstorm dropped all of its water in a single giant drop?
Unanswerable questions about raindrops and snowflakes
Bad weather always looks worse through a window. – Tom Lehrer – Windows are the eyes of the home. From the inside looking out, they frame the view of the outside world. Seen from the outside, the windows form part of the face of the house. This is The Red House, through the eyes of The Wild Child. Two eyes, a green nose (or maybe a nose/mouth combination, but clearly two blue eyebrows! _____________________________ Wakehurst is the English country estate of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew. This window on the side of the building is peeking out over a vine clad roof. _______________________________________ This thatch roof home is in Bourton-on-the-Water in the Cotswolds, England. I see two close-set eyes framed with a carefully groomed head of thatch hair! (Of course, I also see an X shaped handle bar moustache…) How about your house – what kind of face does it present? Ask a child to draw it – how do they see your house’s face? This week’s WordPress.com Photo Challenge is Windows.
I was born by Caesarean section, but you can’t really tell… except that when I leave my house, I always go out the window. – Stephen Wright – I don’t mind cleaning the windows. It’s a big job – the Red House has lots of them. But it is one of those jobs that, when done infrequently, is so satisfying because it is such a radical change. Washing windows isn’t a high tech job at my house. All it takes is a bottle of window cleaner, a wash rag, a dry rag, a step stool, and a very long ladder. I start in the morning and sporadically during the day I clean whichever windows are in the shade. I do the outsides of the windows first. They won’t be perfectly clean, because there will be marks on the insides too. Another day I will do the insides of the windows. They still won’t be perfectly clean then either, because there will now be marks on the outsides. But that’s okay. My goal for windows isn’t …
Fog isn’t a common occurrence here, but a nice thick blanket of it can roll in any time of the year. This past week-end, we woke up to an icy temperature of just two degrees above freezing, misty rain, and fog. From inside the cozy house, the view outside was quite dramatic. With most of the background masked, the fading but still bright yellow Tulips and rows of Grape Hyacinth (Muscari) were much more intense in color. Tiny water droplets coated the fuzzy seed heads of the Pasque Flower (Anemone pulsatilla). This hardy Rose will have flowers much like the native Alberta Wild Rose, but the leaves have almost a blue cast to them. Weighed down by their coat of water droplets, the Iceland poppies draped over the small Grape Hyacinths. By early afternoon, the temperature had climbed to a balmy 5 degrees above freezing. The weatherman was confidently predicting a temperature of 19C. Normally we wouldn’t believe such nonsense, but sometimes we just hope for a miracle and go ahead with the plans we …
Canyon de Chelly, Arizona We were extremely fortunate to arrive at the park just as a rainstorm was ending. Little rivers of water flowed over the rocks and through ancient cracks before cascading into the valley. When I saw the Grand Canyon in Arizona, I thought it was the most amazing place I had been. Then when I saw Petra, in Jordan, I thought it was the most amazing place. But now, I would have to say that Canyon de Chelly has moved right up to the top of the list of very favourite places!