Whimsical Led Us to the Clouds

 It was our usual Saturday early morning walk, and the talk ran to random as it often did. Someone said the word "whimsical", and Martha asked with a studious tone, "Whimsical, what does that mean?" Mary Beth followed with a quick answer that I can't remember right now because I haven't finished my first cup of coffee, yet, but it was so good. We moved on, literally, it was our morning walk.


Later the same day, Mary Beth, Martha, Sally and I sat around the pool, relaxing awhile before going to Crabby Bill's for a rare dinner together, not so rare for them but rare for me to be with them on a Saturday evening. We voted on which calendar Martha should use for Better Blooming Orchids with hopes of breaking a stand off back at the lab, serious stuff, but not to be  taken too seriously. Somewhere in that conversation, the word "whimsy" came up. "Whimsy," Martha asked, "What exactly does that mean?" We laughed and tossed the word in the air a few times along with the phrase, "tide you over" or "tie you over?" It's still up for debate.

We sat at Crabby Bills and ate crab dip and chips and fish that jumped from the ocean into the frying pan or onto the grill and landed on our plates in various shapes and sizes. Then we walked outside and down "the point" at the lakefront. Halfway down the walkway, we were arrested by an evening sky and setting sun and an ever changing bank of clouds with a brilliant orange-gold outline. "It's an old woman with a big nose." "It's a wiener." "It's a bunny. Look, the Road Runner is chasing it."
"It's a volcano." Flying gracefully above the  transformations was a beautiful angel that  outlasted all other characters until the end of the golden light. Then POOF! She was gone. Angels are like that.

Mike Dooley makes T-shirts that say, "Thoughts become things." Sounds whimsical to some, but I believe it. I'm sorry I didn't have my camera last night. I may not have had to write any of this. They say a pictures says a thousand words. This is not last night's sunset,but I'll leave you with this, and you can look at it for awhile. Who knows what you might see, if you let your thoughts run to whimsy.

God called the dome sky. Genesis 1:8

Peace. Love, Linda