Clouds Over Flower Hill Farm
The often cloud-filled sky over Flower Hill Farm offers daily drama. We have to remember to look up. Clouds can be surprising — ever trying to communicate with us as they float overhead. Sunrise and sunset paint them an array of lovely pastels. I get lost in clouds. Blades of light slice through the masses of vapor. Blankets of clouds cast shadows on clouds and the landscape below. There is no limit to the array of forms clouds become. We all see shapes or animals or faces in clouds. Hours can fly by and I never get bored watching them. Sometimes they are in a row like a parade and other times they are piled up high on one another. Watery vapor wisps by high above the land. Sometimes we feel like we are in the clouds not at all like an iCloud, but there might be a silver lining in every one. The sun is blocked out but we can get sunburned on a cloudy day. Then we would not be on cloud nine for sure. It hurts I know. I had my worst ever sunburn on a cloudy day when I was young. I was under a cloud for days after. Red as a boiled lobster. No more daydreaming after that experience. No more having my head in the clouds. Yet, I love to follow a cloud floating over Carey Hill casting shadows on leaf and limb. Shadows dancing over a forest of leaf and limb. I love the Cirrocumulus or mackerel sky way up high in the sky. And the Altocumulus and Stratocumulus keep me watching. Then the Altostratus and Stratus along with Cumulus stand alone and create their own mood. I never tire of them either. I do get excited about the Cumulonimbus and the storms and rainbows they bring. Especially when we need rain. All of these and the Cirrus clouds amaze and entertain. Here are a few I have sighted and watch float over Flower Hill Farm. The first few seemed to be smiling at me.
