Ah! I knew it wouldn’t be too soon since my last post about summer storms, and I’m so happy to actually have a couple of pictures to share with you this time! If you’re familiar with the South (Texas in particular), the weather changes more frequently than you change underwear. However, I’m home for lunch, so I grabbed a couple of pictures on my way in. Yes, my hair is a frizzy mess now, but it’s so worth it.
As you can tell from the pictures, you can barely tell it’s raining. Earlier for a very brief minute it was coming down in buckets – just straight down from the sky.
There’s no wind today, so as soon as the cool rain subsides, it’s back to a muggy humidity. For a few scarce minutes, though, the slow rain is the exact thing ones needs to cool the air and soothe the soul. I even seem to be slower in my breathing.
Weather is very nostalgic for me. Like traditions, weather can transport to me a different day – a different place, even. Today’s weather reminds me so much of Jefferson, Texas. This place is incredibly special to me, as it’s a place my parents regularly took me when I was little. It’s also the town where Garrett proposed to me. What’s more special than that?
You know how much I like stories. Here’s one. I remember being little and going to ride in the river boat in Jefferson. When I was young, I thought a nice witch was over it. She just seemed magical. I couldn’t remember her name to save my life, but last year when my mom and I had a mother/daughter day out to Jefferson, my mom and I decided to take another boat ride. We were walking up to get tickets, and my mom studies the lady for just a minute before saying, “Rosemary.”
The lady looks up a little confused and said, “I went by Mary Rose, if that’s who you mean.” It was her. My magical witch! She said she went by her maiden name because her late husband said if she wanted to be in the canoe business, it was her thing. So she did it as a bit of a jab to him.
This lady who took us out on the water 28 years before, when I was 2, led us out again that day, and I found I was just as mesmerized with her. She clearly had no use for shoes, as she went barefooted everywhere. Along the way, we’d pull over for a bit so she could check her alligator traps, which I found quite fitting. She even trusted my mom to steer while she checked the traps! She smiled and laughed the whole time.
I don’t know why she is someone I’ve thought about for nearly three decades, but I’m glad we had the opportunity to meet again.