Wall o’ Dirt

You know, living in Arizona has a few perks.  Probably the biggest one is that you never really need to check the weather.  If you’re planning a pinic or barbeque you don’t really have to worry about being rained out.  And this is a HUGE deal for someone like me who grew up in Louisiana.  You take your fate into your own hands if you plan an outdoor event there.  Now that being said, sometimes there are things that happen here that are not, well, NORMAL.  Case in point, a dust storm.  I’m pretty sure that dirt should not be lifted from the ground and formed into a wall and then forced forward into anything and everything in its path.  But here?  That’s exactly what happens.  I caught a picture of the storm that blew through here last week (click to embiggen):

The Sugar Daddy called me on his way home from work that day to tell me about it, which was fortunate since I had some goodies hanging out to dry in the sun.  THAT could have been ugly.  But everything was saved, and today I listed a few of them in the shop, go have a peek!  :)