When John Steinbeck wrote Travels With Charley in 1960, he complained that Florida only had “climate” but not “weather”. I wish the old boy could have been here tonight. We had a doozy of a non-hurricane-related storm. Enough lightning to split one tree and knock the bark off another. (I’ll take pictures in the morning.) We lost power for more than two hours, enough time to give our new generator its first real workout.
Power was restored about 8:30. We walked outside to find the temperature had dropped twenty degrees to 73. The breeze definitely had a touch of fall in it. When Buck came out, he said, “This is August?”