The Heavens opened last night and early this morning. Our pond is higher than it has been in some time. Mylo slept the sleep of the innocent…but the storm awakened me. The weather app on my iPhone is extraordinary compared to the weather prognostication of my youth. I almost feel like a weatherman.

Our weather has become like an episode of Stranger Things. The rules no longer apply. I recall hearing how aerosols were damaging the ozone in the 1980s. Also, gasoline engines were contributing to global warming. In those days it seemed so far away…now it is here to stay…it causes me to long for yesterday.

Tomorrow we say…things will be better tomorrow. We will fill our barns to their rooftops and we will eat and drink and be merry…why work says the grasshopper to the ant…I much prefer fiddling…and the iPhone says lightning has struck a mile from you…