June is Busting Out All Over
It’s June. Actually, it’s already the middle of June. How the heck did that happen? It seems like it was just yesterday that we were dealing with the brutal winter weather that seem to settle in with a vengeance in the Midwest. After having lived in Colorado for 47 years, it was a shock to my system and I welcome the warm weather and bright sunshine.
On the other hand, along with the warm weather and the sun comes some of the most spectacular storms I’ve ever seen in my life. I actually don’t mind storms, and find them kind of exciting, but I do get a little rattled when we get tornado warnings. I have never experienced a tornado and hope I never do, but perhaps my husband and I should have considered the possibility before we decided to move to Missouri.
Oh well. I’ve already decided that the laundry room would probably be the safest place to go if we ever did have a tornado come through, so my plan is to grab the dogs and run downstairs. It’s always a good idea to plan ahead, even though I sure hope I never need it. It’s funny, my family has a really interesting history regarding severe thunder storms.
It’s actually a legacy which has continued through three generations, and one that I am proud to have helped pass along to my niece and nephew when they were young, and hopefully they will pass the tradition on when they have kids. Because no one should have to cower in fear during a storm.
