A Storm Is Brewing.

Eisenberg despite it looks great.

Vines are ubiquitous to Eisenberg and viewing the gathering storm through the prism of it is magnetic.

Believe it or not, but Bob and I were mowing lawns and luckily outran any drops of rain.

An apricot waiting to be eaten which of course I didn't do as it belongs to someone else.

After two days of heavy storms including a horrible hail storm yesterday afternoon, nobody is keen to have yet another one. After about an hour the sky cleared again without any mishaps.

Living up there must range from exciting to scary as one is that much closer to the weather's idiosyncrasies.

Biggi