It’s been a hectic summer dealing with two new jobs, a new school, and life in a new town/state/ecosystem . . . but the chaos has (at least temporarily) calmed down now and it’s time to capitalize on that by getting back outside.
But how to transition this Mountain Woman’s blog into a Water Woman’s blog?
By writing about something that covers them both – the big, blue blanket of clouds and sky.
Many years ago I purchased The Cloud Collector’s Handbook by Gavin Pretor-Pinney, promising myself that “one of these days” I’d start using the book to refine my knowledge of the different types of clouds and their implications regarding weather.
Well, folks, “one of these days” is today! I turned 39 a few days ago and I’ve decided to spend my 40th trip around the sun quite literally looking up.
As if I ever needed an excuse to spend time staring into the sky.
I walked out my front door and took five steps down my sidewalk to capture the following picture of my first cloud collected.
It’s a simple cumulus – one of those bright white cottony puffs so familiar studding beautiful blue skies on happy, sunny days. The Cloud Collector’s Handbook further educates me that this “species” is cumulus fractus – a broken cloud with ragged edges that appear as it evaporates.
It’s worth 15 points.
And, with those points in my pocket, I’m going out to enjoy the fair weather that those cumulus clouds indicate – it’s 75 degrees with 12mph winds (thank you, Hurricane Hermine) and a perfect day for gardening. That is, if I can manage to keep my eyes on the ground.