old faithful

Our faithful, reliable, rain water.

Interesting to watch the Olympic pack leaping the gap over the daily blight. I love this about the weather. No matter how much we control, no matter how much we decide, no matter who we nominate or choose, the weather will not be instructed, she won’t be told what to do.

I enjoy the way she arches her back in this manner. And sometimes when she’s laying into me, or leaving someone with no heat, no water, no roof I wish she was a bit less stubborn. Right now she’s having a laugh…at machines moving piles of snow under tarpaulin for heat. You think she can’t lift that tarpaulin? She can even turn off the power point presentations and its illuminated promises.