So tonight I was instant-messaging my husband — or to be accurate, he was instant-messaging me — while I was on a call with someone about a Homesteader story.
The fellow on the phone was also a Laura Ingalls Wilder fan. In the course of conversation he mentioned that he’d seen my neck of the woods was under a tornado watch. (That neck of the woods would be southwest Kansas, even though I’m currently in Massachusetts.) Sure enough, from his computer in our house in Kansas, my husband was now chatting about a “cloud” he was “watching pretty closely.” He left abruptly after typing to go resume his watch.
My phone mate and I shared a good chuckle over the phone; it did sound very “Little House.”
“Like Pa, watching the sky and waking everybody up to go down cellar!” we joked.
I stopped laughing a little while later when I saw this photo, taken from right behind my house: