It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride. ~ Charles Godfrey Leland
Our weather has been odd: cold, cold, cold broken by spells of hot mugginess. Today was hot & muggy. By lunch time I'd had enough & went to bed. All the hot Mediterranean countries have it right: the only thing to do on a hot afternoon is go to bed & sleep. Which I did.
I woke to the pricking storm. My feet hit the floor in alarm because if there is one thing that freaks Kirby out more than anything else it is a Queensland storm. I was too late. As I shot down the stairs slamming windows on my way the wind bent the trees over & the rain scythed horizontally across the bare paddocks in a screaming rage. Once the storm is under way no amount of calling will bring that terrified cat so I made a coffee & resigned myself to waiting.
Twenty minutes later an inch of rain had fallen & my yard was a mess. We kept as many of the big trees as we could but after years of drought the trees are shedding their sails in any sort of a breeze ~ & shed they did. One took out the minature rose bush that has sheltered the bathroom door for 20 odd years. Flat as a pancake. No idea if it can be resurrected.
Most of a tree landed on the moriah under the kitchen window.
Another branch tried to flatten the Peach tree. Half of it is still tangled in there. No idea how I am going to get it out.Gran lost her big grevillia. The temperature plummeted from 31C to 19C in a matter of minutes ~ & we were the lucky ones. Further down the road the branches down are bigger & better ~ whole trees even. A good part of the island lost its eletricity & several now have flat cars under rather large trees.
For a while there I was worried about Dino but he just beat the storm in & Kirby came slinking home just before the next front came through bringing thunder & lightening & more rain.
Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?