Sunshine And Rainbows

The first drops of life roll out of the sky… A sign of things to come… Cold fronts coming from the west… But the clouds are from the south… Puffy and cumulus… Probably full of rain… Coming to wash the earth… Of the filth and pain…

Winter weather often lacks moisture… Because the forest lacks leaves… powerful cold fronts crawl across the country… And tap into the gulf of mexico… Warm moist air is pulled up the east coast… Mixing with the cold… And we have snow…

Sometimes this front originates in the south… Starts off as heavy tropical rains… Eventually the storm will break free of the tropics… And rush up the coast… When the warm gulf air meets the icy grip of the north… We have snow… We have a nor’easter…

Tracking is everything… And computers make observation easy… When you know bad weather is coming… Go out and observe… Observe the trees… Observe the animals… Observe the energy… It’s all around you… You just have to learn how to see… The weatherman has taken all of the guesswork out of the equation… We now know when it is going to storm… Now take that computer information and relate it to real life… Fill in the natural blanks… Learn how to read natures map…

Distant rain has a smell… Wind often pushes that smell out in front of the storm… One of the first signs of things to come… Something I always notice… Something you should too… Because it’s not always sunshine and rainbows… When it rains it pours… But nature always informs those who listen…

Learn that a rainbow doesn’t always signify the end of the storm… It can also signify the start… Not every storm is destructive… Not all destruction is bad… It’s possible that destruction… Can create beauty and life…

the rainbows over me, but it never lands on me – chriscondello

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Thyme To Finish That Nest

Green grass below me… And grey skies above… Really an odd day for the end of November… The clouds are moving as fast as cars… Blue, purple, orange and grey—constantly changing… Morphing… Heading south-east… At this time of year it can only mean one thing… Cold fronts on the way… Sixty degrees yesterday… Rain in the afternoon… Snow tonight…

Garbage men are smoking at the end of the street… 7:30 AM… The day after Thanksgiving… Not one single can of garbage is on the street… Because not one single person is awake… Or aware of their arrival… But me… Racing to get my garbage together… I managed to get half of it out as the truck was leaving… They took the few bags I had managed to get to the curb… But when I went to my back porch to get another bag… They disappeared… Dammit… Racoons are gonna eat good this week… If I could just train them to clean up after themselves… Imagine if you threw your dinner on the floor before consuming it… How rude…

There’s great light this morning… Very yellow, almost orange and warm looking… It makes the fallen leaves across the street appear almost invisible… The yellow light cancels out the yellow of the leaves… Against the green grass it creates a feast for the eyes… I think it’s because the low sun rise is reflecting off the bottom of the clouds… Only lasts a few moments… But so worth noticing when it occurs… It gives objects that ultra-violet glow that is often experienced in the evening… The little things that we notice… Can be spiritually huge…

The birds that live in my front porch are busy as hell… I can actually hear the things in my wall… I watched them for an hour this morning with my coffee… Beefing up the nest for the cold… These smart birds are apparently using my lemon thyme to build their nest… That’s what I would use—maybe a little chamomile as well…

This will be the third year for birds nesting in my wall… I have no idea if it’s the same ones from the past… I like to think so… I have a feeling they are trying to tell me to prepare for the cold… It makes sense… Why the hell else would they be rushing to insulate the nest…

Nature is the ultimate meteorologist… I think if the weatherman took his head out of the ass of his computer… And went outside and observed nature… He would be right every once in a while…

lets just say a little birdy told me – chriscondello

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