Life in the Bristolwood

Yesterday was a busy day for me.  The rains came down and since it has been a somewhat scarce commodity this summer,  I took advantage of it! I dragged the eight foot ladder from the garage and positioned it next to the camper.  The top of the camper is rubber. Yes, a rubber roof.  Rubber makes a great roof, but why it is white is beyond me!

Rubber roofs are supposed to be washed clean every year. Somehow, this little bit of information was missed by me the first three years we had our camper.  Then, one day, while reading the camper’s literature, I came across the info. Yikes! When I looked at our roof, it was black! After reading on the internet, I climbed the ladder and in the grungiest clothing I could find, bleached that roof until it became white again. Now, dear reader, please remember that I stand all of five feet, one and one-half inches tall! As my ladder teetered a bit yesterday, on the sloping driveway, I scrubbed with one hand, while hanging on to the camper with the other!

Come to think of it, one is supposed to *inspect* the aforementioned rubber roof every year for tears or other signs of punctures. I guess that is why it is white. It would be more difficult to examine were it dark, and it would also heat up a great deal more.

Well, I worked on the roof cleaning for about an hour and a half in the pouring down rain. I figured the rain would help me rid the dirty stains, and also rinse. And, it did!

Murphy and I sat on the porch for quite some time yesterday, just enjoying the cool, clear air. It felt like air-conditioning.  There were times when the rain fell so heavily,  each drop created a divot in the ground!  The majority of the time, it fell steadily, though, just saturating the ground and filling the outside air with a sense of cleansing! Ahhhhhh…..

Here is the container of basil our friend, Jeanine gave us. To brush against it and smell is amazing! I love basil.

While Murphy and I were on the front porch, a little male hummingbird began to play peek-a-boo with us! He would buzz down by the feeder, then retreat to a branch above. One curious note about hummingbirds is that they always land on a dead branch.

Later in the day, as I walked the Scotties, I observed something unusual.  I have heard the expression “it is raining cats and dogs”, but in this case, snails might be substituted.  No, the snails weren’t on the ground….instead, many could be found on the trees!

Hmm…..perhaps they retreated to the trees to seek refuge from drowning while it was raining cats and dogs?