Wave after wave of rain and storms, providing enough moisture to cause flooding. The past five weeks have been dry in this part of the universe, but the last two days have made up for it. And now, Spring is in full swing—everything greening and growing.

I spent an hour, while supper's ingredients were slowly getting themselves ready on the stove, sitting out on the front entry porch watching the latest storm roll in (with poor Pax, hiding in the basement). This storm turned out to be less than dramatic, but it did remind me of the times when I, along with various components of the family, would sit out in the Batavia-house garage watching storms unleash their fury on northern Illinois. And that reminded me of Crystal Lake, where, when I was a lad, my dad and I would hurry down to the pier to watch an ominous squall line roll in from the west.

There was a guy who liked weather (land even ended up being a meteorologist in WWII).