I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Afternoon on a Hill"

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Stratus Angelicus: no more smoke in the air!


"Blue skies smilin' at me
Nothin' but blue skies do I see.
Bluebirds singin' a song
Nothin' but bluebirds all day long." (lyrics by Irving Berlin)

I don't know much about clouds so I can't tell you, scientifically, what these are. I was taking an evening walk and these clouds where overhead. There must be a beautiful name for them because they are so lovely.
The prospector would call them "Cumulus Acillus". (That's pronounced with a hard C like aKillus). He'll say "Look, those are Cumulus Acillus clouds." But then I realized that he called all cloud formations "Cumulus Acillus". He acts like he know what he's talking about, until I say "Acillus?" , and then he gets a big grin on his face.
I think they should be called "Clouds being scattered by high unseen wind or "Stratus Angelicus. Yep, I like that. If the prospector can make up names..., so can I.
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Lynn said...

I just read all your posts on this page and enjoyed each and every one of them. Your gourds are beautiful, your jam looks delicious, your dog is cute, your prospector is funny, it was fun to learn about your community, and I hope your friend, Karen, will get well quickly and completely.
I got here from Terry Busse's blog and her wonderful art there.
I'll be back.