Scenes from Saturday

Saturday's weather was unpredictable and ever changing.  One minute it was sunny and warm; the next, thunderclouds were rolling in.

(I once had a pony named Thundercloud.  Thunder for short.  She was every bit as feisty and ornery and full of personality as her name suggested. I miss her stubborn self black and white mane and the way she smelled.  Horses and ponies have good smells.  Not something you'd necessarily bottle up and spray around your house, but definitely a good, earthy, wonderful smell.)

Although we scarcely avoided a bad storm, we did receive showers, high winds, and some most unusual sky scenes.  All these, taken from my back yard glancing east towards the mouth of Queens Creek, were taken within an hour or two of each other.

Watching the sky change was my Saturday evening entertainment.

It just kept getting better and better.

Then, just as the sun was setting behind me, the sky pulled out all the stops and gave a Grand Finale.

God, I love living here.