My Folger’s coffee is hot, strong, and invigorating this morning which is a good thing. Around two a.m. my eyes popped open and stayed that way for at least an hour. Nancy Drew and a half cup of milk finally got me back to sleep but then a small, sharp nose and an insistent whine told me Nemo needed to trot outdoors. So, I’m up!
Maybe this is the calm before the storm. Our weatherman says we will be hit with a double whammy today. The first storm won’t have much chance for being bad except there might be some hail. The next one carries a possibility for tornadic activity. This shouldn’t be alarming but it should be alerting. In other words, we are to keep our eyes on the skies. The good thing is the storms won’t linger and will be out of here before tomorrow.
Downtown, the train rumbles through, its whistle heralding the dawn. It’s no wonder this huge machine was once called the Iron Horse. I can imagine the old steam engines thundering across the plains, smoke billowing from the smokestack, wheels a blur on the tracks, shaking the countryside.
Leaving my countryside and venturing across the Atlantic for a moment–on one of the websites, there’s a beautiful picture of West Bow Street in Edinburgh, Scotland. And yes, this is a picture that was okay to be shared.
West Bow Street is intriguing and its history is fascinating. It is said to be haunted. Have any of you been there?
Being interested and curious lends flavor to life. Be sure to carry an ample supply of these seasonings with you today.
An early bird dove insistently calls to his lady love, and the robins have been awake a long time. So begins another spring day in NW Arkansas. As Pippa said, “God’s in His heaven–All’s right with the world!”
Blanche, you certainly stir the pot of memories. Steam trains, I love those big lumbering monsters. I was in China before it was open to the Western world and traveled on steam trains, the Chinese called it ‘Riding the Red Rooster’. Ladies handed out little porcelain cups of tea from chrome samovars and the seats bristly, red plush, poked through thin clothing…But oh!! the magic of the rural countryside, I loved to watch the water buffalo, yoked and working in the fields as we rumbled along.
I enjoy your comments, Josephine. They read like a mini-story in themselves. Your description lets me see the beauty of riding that Red Rooster and the people working in the countryside.