This morning, we woke up to the sight of thick, grey fog covering the land. There was a eerie calm, the silence was deafening and the sun was nowhere to be found. It give me the feeling of a horror film called “The Fog”. The hair on the back of my neck began to stand up as I walked toward the car. The headlights this morning were definitely necessary. We could see the shadowy figures of hikers and joggers along the street. ( why would they risk their lives like this) I could barely see more than 5 feet in front of me. The drive to the dock was slow and risky. As the sun tried to burst its way through, the fog continuously choked it. The airport was open but all flights were grounded until further notice. As I watched my husband get on the ferry to Harbour island, the boat seemed to float on the clouds. All was calm, it was beautiful. It glided majestically across the white water, leaving ripples behind. On the journey back home, the sun has managed to break free from its foggy grave. It was shining gloriously. The bees were buzzing, the trees dancing from the gentle breeze. The nightmare was over, the fog had lifted.
It’s raining and ya darn skippy I’m happy! I’m happy because the cantaloupe, honeydew and bell pepper seeds that I planted recently will spring soon. I have what they call a “green thumb” and I love gardening. Well…truth is….my rosemary plant recently died but other than that, I’m pretty good at it. I have no idea where I went wrong with the rosemary. Can you help? I can almost taste those juicy, sweet melons this summer. (Take your mind off the sexual stuff please. This blog is G rated) hahaha… The farmers in my area have been praying for rain for a while now. I just wanna do a rain dance. After a beautiful sunrise, the rain came quickly. The sky is now dark and heavy sheets of rain are falling from the sky. I love the sound that’s against my window. It’s so relaxing. I think I’m going to take a nap soon. There is a faint sound of thunder in the distance.
As a child I always wanted to experience a “white Christmas” or be able to ski or sled or build a snowman. I remember on my 8th birthday (July) I wished it would snow. See, I’m from The Bahamas…..yea….that pretty much sums it up right? I’ve never played in the snow. I saw it briefly while shopping in NY but that’s it. 😦 I live in a tropical paradise. I was flipping through the channels the other day and realized that there were snow storms bashing parts of the US. I thought wow, here I am complaining about our 68 degree weather we had the other night. I had on socks, a tam, warm pj, 2 blankets, and my hubby to keep me warm that night. I had to seriously rethink my desire to be in the snow. We are so blessed here to have such lovely weather. It’s like spring and summer time here in the Bahamas 365 days a year. We’ll we do get a hurricane now and again but that’s a thought for another time.
It’s 75 degrees in my settlement. The skies are clear and the sun is bright. There is a little breeze today so I had to get out of the house. I’ve decided to take a few pictures of some of the interesting sites i saw along the way. Ok…we’ll I didn’t walk around the entire neighborhood but I did pass through a few streets. Here goes.