Be careful what you wish for...

Welcome back to Midst The Hum, a blog that covers a little bit about everything but not a whole lot about anything. You might even say that this blog is holding up the Seinfeldian tradition by being a blog about nothing. You know you've gotten pedestrian when you've lost count of the times you've blogged about the weather. I have particularly pissed and moaned about the great draught of 06-08 and the great browning of the deep south landscape. In my defense, watching the lush green scenery drain from Greenville has been traumatic. I'm a home boy - and Spring and Summer means drenching thunder storms, tornado warnings, and getting hammered by the remnants of tropical storms; not weeks without rain, humidity in the 20's and rationing water. If this is what it's coming to then I may as well move to Arizona.

But for now, the draught is over; and it's death throes were violent and tragic. Storms passing through last week knocked down trees all over the place (due no doubt to draught weakened root systems), resulting in the complimentary property damage and power outages. The airport recorded a 75 mile per hour wind gust which, of course, has the capability to do things like push over a 75 foot maple tree into a swimming pool.

And what good summer storm is complete without some dime sized hail?

With as much complaining as I've done about our recent arid conditions, I'd be foolish to begin complaining about too much rain. Bring it on I say... for now; but should the weather Gods decide to be kind, we could do without the hurricane sized wind uprooting everything in sight and leaving us in the dark. A nice gentle, steady rain that tempts you to grab a good book and throw open the windows would be nice. Meanwhile, back to the vortex.