I took this picture yesterday afternoon. Back on Long Island this is what we called a "Mackerel Sky". When I was a kid my grandfather told me that the old sailors said that if you saw a mackerel sky, it meant rain in the next three days. Well darned if it didn't sprinkle late last night, and then give us a thunder and lightning downpour this morning as I was getting ready to take my nephew hiking. We still never made it to the "Wind Cave" over on Usury Mountain. Well I still owe him one I guess; maybe next weekend. Instead, my sister dropped him and his sisters off and we took them bowling.You know, it's been almost 21 years since Gramps passed away. Every time I see a mackerel sky, it makes me think of him. I miss you Grandpa.
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Grandpas are so wise! We get a Mackerel Sky here in Florida all the time! I'll have to pay attention next time I see it and see if we get rain three days later.
P.S. Thank you for your comments on my blog... They make me laugh... which is always welcome during these stressful times. So thank you!
Very pretty and sweet way to think of Gramps.
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