Two gratuitous pictures of wet hydrangea coming up, though maybe I shall submit this as this week’s photo challenge. After days of warmth, blue skies and sunshine, and sometimes almost unbearable humidity, the skies crackled and then cracked at lunchtime today, releasing a few splashy drops of rain at first, then getting into their stride and summoning thunder, lightning and a real downpour. People ran and dodged in the City streets.
Against my plans, I made a dash for home to secure windows and shutters, grab a proper waterproof, and head back out.
MasterB was unimpressed with my turnaround time; surely I had time to play and cuddle? No, sadly not.
By this evening, things had calmed down, dried out. There is a fresh feel to the air which has been absent for the last week or two.
A friend and I enjoyed dinner in the garden of a Greek restaurant in Bloomsbury. The hydrangeas, still wet from the day’s rain were beside us.
When I was a teenager, I thought hydrangeas were boring. I do not think that now.