Sixth of June
D-Day the 6th of June
T.S. Andrea stirring in the Gulf down front and across the Bay; doves tooting and answering each other back and forth, one in a tree just behind me, another responding a block away, yet another may be as far as St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church blocks down WBeachDr to the east; Bay flat, clouds widely circling east-to-west, black coffee and a chunk of left-over-meatloaf with toast for breakfast out here on my downstairs front porch, not even the slightest breath of breeze, and Life is Good because of the Sixth of June.
Neither M nor even H on the weather map, Andrea is S a tropical storm that will rain on somebody today, a little wind but not for us because we’re on the left side of it as the weather satellite flies and spies, maybe in to Franklin County 65 miles to the east and slightly south.
Montana relatives came down for today’s deep sea fishing trip and this evening we were to feast on grouper and red snapper fresh caught from the Gulf of Mexico, but their trip was cancelled because of Andrea, so shrimp at John’s this evening instead. Life is Good with or without TS Andrea.
Camellia season gone, azaleas gone, dogwood blossoms gone, now it’s the purple spikey stuff and Linda’s front garden with lilies, gardenias, hydrangeas and bird bath. Next month: figs.
D Day the Sixth of June. Sixty-nine years ago dawn broke on thousands upon thousands of warships off the coast of Normandy. Because of that and them, and those who climbed into landing craft and died for us even before they reached the beach, peace here for the moment.
T abiding in +Time, just as grateful to the thousands who died for me D-Day the Sixth of June as to the One who died for me Good Friday two thousand years ago.
Slightest breeze stirring now.