Wondering

How can we complain about the weather? It is so INTERESTING. How can we not get excited about a sky like this? So much is going on and we can't control a single bit of it. We must stand in awe of that kind of power over us egotistical humans.
The weather makes us wonder -- Is it going to rain? When will the sun shine again? What do those clouds mean?
My mother's friend Margaret died in December 2011. The summer of 2010, Margaret visited us here and apparently she loved clouds. Knew their names and what their shapes and colours meant. So now whenever my mother sees clouds, she says it's Margaret at work. Sometimes Margaret is very busy, sometimes she is relaxed and not working too hard.
Me, I'm partial to her active days.