Yesterday we were all trapped at the top of our driveway by a wicked triple-decker hailstorm. You can get a bit of a feel for the pitch of the driveway in this shot, taken just as the third round of hail was beginning to stick.
Living on the side of a mountain is a risky business when there is hail involved.
Needless to say, the bus was missed, and ultimately I had to shovel away hail in order to get the car down and haul my avid offspring off to the schools they adore.
This shot is blurry, but my camera was having trouble finding a bouncing hail chunk to focus on...
So instead, perhaps we'll zoom in on this, a cherry blossom with the temerity to grow out of the side of the trunk of the tree, instead of up in the branches with all her sisters.
The weirdest things paralyze my writing day. I've always got a million things going on, and have learned that to get anything done, I pretty much have to work within the gaps. But today writing time was sacrificed to other things -- ostensibly unnecessary, but there, nonetheless.
Here's hoping for a few more words tomorrow.
And no hail.