this spring has brought with it the strangest skies.
usually in the afternoon out of nowhere and then ending in downpours that turn the streets into rivers. our old house will moan and purr from the wind running it's fingers around her. she's an arthritic and buckram old lady, but she usually gives in just enough to not topple over by adjusting door jams so their doors no longer close and the floors slant just so to help you in the door and down the hallway to say welcome home and come in from the rain.
(you can click on the photos to see the sky a little better)