Today I headed out of town in the midst of warm, humid weather. I could tell as soon as I stepped outside that the skies were readying for storms. At this time of year, storms are both blessing and trouble. Here I am, half way across the country, and I see a big spot of red on the radar over my home county. I hope that the warm air heats the ground and the rain soaks into the seeds that I planted the past two weekends (peas and lots of lettuces and other greens and turnips and so forth) but that the storms prove to be less threatening in person than they looked from afar.
(Signing off not from the Ozarks but from Phoenix.)
Update: A tornado did in fact destroy a home in Pearson, Arkansas, last night. It was the red and hot pink I saw when I checked the radar from Phoenix. My thoughts are with that family tonight. Word is that Arkansas may be on its way to be tornado alley again, thanks to a combination of moist air and a shift in the jet stream.
Apparently one man died last night and three family members were seriously injured in Pearson. My heart remains with that family and the families in Center Hill and Benton who lost their homes last night.
(Signing off from Portland, Oregon)