I much prefer this kind of storm to the one that’s coming our way tonight. This storm had warm winds, rain that cooled hot skin, and turbulent green-blue water. This other one, Pax, is supposedly going to have lots of cold white stuff that just keeps coming to the tune of 8-12 inches. And I know that I should have a good attitude, love whatever comes my way, but I’m just not there. So I’ll do my usual distraction technique and look at pictures like this, pretend, dream, and before I know it, Pax will be a memory. For those of you who love snow, my apologies. For those of you who are feeling like me, happy dreaming. 😉 Slainte, Lisa
One thing I can definitely say about the west of Ireland in May…you won’t need to worry about your hair! Wendy Eire, or windy Ireland as some of you may know her, takes care of everything for you. Rather freeing actually, as everyone around you uses the same stylist. 😉 And I hope that today is a good hair day for you all. Slainte, Lisa
Someone recently commented to me that most of my Ireland pictures were taken on cloudy/rainy/soft days. And I responded that for some reason I liked the pictures of Ireland taken on those soft days better than the sunny ones. Although, when we are in Ireland, I appreciate the warm sunny days so much. But there’s something about old castles, craggy mountainsides, and sheep in the foggy mist that hit me as just about perfect. 🙂 What do you think? Comment below. Here are two sets of similar pictures taken on two different days, with very different weather. Enjoy your sunny or soft day today. Slainte, Lisa
OK, that new weather word “derecho” is officially getting on my nerves. It’s a new catch phrase being used with alarming frequency by the Weather Channel and Accuweather clans. Part of my annoyance with this word is that for the first two days I told people about it, I was mispronouncing it. I said, “DEH-ri-ko.” Evidently it is a much more sophisticated word, “deh-RAY-cho.” Live and learn. The other thing that’s bugging me about this word is that it is a pretty big, scary straight line wind storm, and they keep saying it may head our way.
I think I will stop thinking about this word now, and think instead on my refuge, my safe harbor in any storm, my rock. “For my soul trusts in You; and in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge, until these calamities have passed by.” -Psalm 57:1 Yes, the storms will come and go, but Jesus remains the same forever. Wherever you are today, pray, stay safe, and trust in God, your refuge. Blessings, Lisa