In the five minutes since I took that picture, the sky has grown completely dark and rain is coming down.
I'm making a soup so that while I'm gone Mr. Moon won't have to cook. He's one of those people who doesn't mind eating the same thing day after day. This is good because I got out the BIG pot. Not that pot that makes about twenty servings of soup. Oh no. This one...well. In this soup there is and are: venison (a lot), carrots, onions, celery, tomatoes, garlic, mushrooms, zucchini, green beans, potatoes, corn, peas, crowder peas (the first from the garden), yard-longs, left over gazpacho (so, yeah, cucumber) and various seasonings and so forth. And oh yeah, a head of cabbage.
In other words, Mr. Moon will not die from lack of any essential nutrient while I am gone.
And just now there was a huge gust of twisty wind, the lights flickered, flickered, flickered and the electricity is truly off at this point. The router is on a back-up battery and it too, will be out soon.
Another dead tree down somewhere.
Summertime, summertime, su-su-su-summertime.