|Hebe and Catherine out in a storm.|
I love the summer storms.
I am not the only one.
Teague was reminiscing about the days when seeing the white caps coming in from Seymour Arm meant a person should run for their swimming suit and towel and get to the beach.
In my mind, when the sky darkens it is time to get home -- at least if a person is travelling the beach with little children.
The sticks that snapped off were so heavy that I couldn't carry them away.
Teaque helped me one day.
Gabe helped me pull more logs away from the path the next day.
"I know these birches have completed their life cycles," I said to Glen. "But I am nervous about the danger they seem to be in a storm."
"Just don't go out and stand under one when the winds are whipping through," he replied.