Florida reached the peak of hurricane season on Thursday. Thankfully, hurricane predictions have been way off this summer--not to say it still couldn't be a possibility. Our worst hurricanes have occurred in mid September-October.
Every summer, Tom cringes at the thought of another hurricane season when the predictions are revealed by the National Hurricane Center.
He says that I can’t bury my head in the sand about the possibility of still getting one this season. I don’t think about it so much. What’s scarier are the heavy downpours we get sometimes, like yesterday.
Naples got 2” of rain and the thunderstorms were shattering. I’d met up with a gal friend for a late lunch and became stranded at her place. Electricity flickered for hours until 9:00 p.m. when the storm let up a bit. By the time I got home safely, I’d passed by three severe accidents.
The back yard is a pond, teeming with tadpoles. The woods are noisy with cicadas and frogs. Cruiser is wading this morning, enjoying her morning feast.