Saturday, October 01, 2011

Fried Green Peppers

Last night monstrous barrels full of lightning rolled across the sky, scattering bolts every which way, followed by buckets and buckets of rain. It's been like this every night for a week. Days are hot and blue, and the sun's fried my peppers on the vine.

1 comment:

Annie said...

This little snippet of power changing hands day and night ends with a little whimper of sadness for the small things that are lost.