I guess I don't have this Missouri weather thing figured out.
I thought the worst weather was in the spring. Tornados, rain, hail, microbursts...
Microbursts? What are those? asked the Alaskan girl.
This photograph was taken on Saturday around 3:30 pm.
NOT the kind of blue sky you want to see in the midwest.
This kind of blue sky means trouble. Weathery trouble. Apparently, microbursty trouble.
Sunday morning brought what the elderly on the street we cleaned up "hurricane"-type weather.
A hurricane in a land-locked state? Go figure.
We all worked hard.
We worked on Betty's home, Susie's home, the 88 year old man
Max across the street, Rose's house (which cracked me up--Rose is in her late 50's probably and really didn't work because she explained to us that she has "horrible" health--diabetes and high cholestrol--the irony of all that was she said it to Tom, who was raking her yard...the guy with the terminal cancer--
I learned a good lesson on perspective yesterday listening to all that)
We cut, raked, hauled and chain sawed.
We met the L family, the longest living
first members of the street (husband has a peg leg).
Dal, who lost her favorite tree in the backyard. A huge tree.
Teresa, who guessed we were Christian because we served all and didn't ask for money. :)
And we did the green shuttered house, even though that guy was recently evicted.
This picture below was interesting. The Mormons, as the neighbors were
calling us, were working on this tree. Notice the next picture,
what the family is doing...
Look how sweaty Mr Fun is!
Dave and Jack, the man formally known as Bishop
The C Family
and three chocolate chip cookies each morning.
He asked us to please come back for a visit.
But of course Max.
And I will bring the cookies. :)