I had hoped to take an awesome photo of the Super Blue moon this morning...but drats! It was overcast and cloudy, so I could barely even see the moon.
Being cabin-bound after my hip replacement surgery, I'm using my time to catch up on a few things that I've gotten behind on...one of them being my photos.
According to the Urban Dictionary (who needs Webster?!), the street definition of "pyromaniac":
A person who absolutely loves fire. The smell of smoke sends them into ecstasy. Lighting a candle and blowing it out and relighting it and blowing it out repeatedly, watching the smoke lightly twirl around in the air...watching a flame on a lighter flickering is fun and addicting, but watching a full piece of paper burn all the way to the bottom is complete elation.
No, this is not a post about Kim's snoring.
Although there are times when he could win a competition with a chainsaw.
(Actually, he rarely snores any more...we discovered a nearly miraculous device that's helped tremendously, but that's another post for another day...)........
If you happened to be the driver of the one lone car motoring down our country road at 5:30 this morning, before the sun came up (and thankfully before the rain came down!), you might have witnessed yet another one of our crazy adventures.
The evening of July 7, just before dusk, I took this photo. Once again, we had been slammed with a torrential rainstorm, flooding the fields and garden and completely flattening our first planting of sweet corn.