The storm that shreaded my garden - La tempete qui a detruit mon potager

Wednesday was a tough day for my garden, the challenge was such that only part of it will make it through. I sighted the storm about half an hour before it hit. The lightening strikes were stunning , as much by there intensity than frequency. I saw the storm approach as if it was stepping up to South Mountain on long skinny bright legs. I sat on the pool ladder as long as I could, watching the monster run towards us, when the strikes reached the back of the field I made it into the house rather fast. Taking pictures of the lightening was much harder than I expected and I was lucky enough to get a few good shots. From the number of pictures I took, I figure that I watched between 50 and 70 strikes. Marley calmly sat by my side watching the show. Thunder and fireworks is probably the only thing that doesn't scare the silly dog.
Next came the hail! I had never seen hail like that, ice cubes were dropping from the sky. I'd believe the gods were having a party and a rather tipsy one dropped its icy drink on us.

My garden did not appreciate but to be fair I should say the neighboring farmers field suffered a lot too.

The great cottage break

One week by the water, we couldn't of asked for better as a break. Windsurf, swim, read, eat and drink...I think that my resume the week for us.

On for a bit of a story? Of course a vacation wouldn't be one without a bit of an adventure...would it? We knew Marley was a very loyal and focused dog but didn't quite know how stupidly she could be loyal and focused. The wind was nice so Mark and I wanted to go for a windsurf together leaving Marley behind. Scott and Karen stayed at the cottage with Marley and Dave. Away we went. Scott hung out with the dogs for a bit but eventually went in the cottage for a few minutes. When he came out Marley had disappeared!
At our return, both Mark and I were stunned, Marley wouldn't of take off...it's just not her. Never less, we started to search and call. Mark took the car and went down the road in case she had felt in an urge to run. I took the kayak and went call along the shore.
I suddenly had this horrible vision of Marley swimming away after the saiboards....what if she had left off shore? It seams like a nonsense to us but Marley running away from the cottage (and us) is even more of a non sens. I quickly turned around and started scanning the horizon. OH MY GOD! Out in the chop I could see two little black spots, either the wings of a dead bird or Marley's crazy ears. I never paddled like that...was she ever far out. Marley had followed Mark and I out on the lake, I was just as flattered as I was mad.
We swam back together, the story ends fine. Marley still loves water and next time we'll know better.

La visite de Martine et Caesar

Un apres midi chaud mais une brise rafraichissante. On a bien mange a l'ombre de l'arbre et bien jouer autour de la piscine. Mais au fait...c'etait quoi le jeu? Faire plonger les chiens? Prendre des photos des chiens qui plonge? Ou faire plonger les chiens pour eclabousser Caesar qui prend des photos?

Il faut savourer les bons moments quand ils passent...n'empeche j'aurais bien aime une journee de plus a ne rien faire d'autre que d'apprecier un jour d'ete en bonne compagnie.

Avis aux interresses: Les phares ont trouve leur place sur le mur.