I have a hunch that old expression about "being careful what you wish for" has crossed a few minds besides mine today. Last night our drought was broken by an epic, gully washing, frog choking, deluge of Biblical proportions .
|rain overflowing our guttering|
Since the Old Salt spent over forty years living in southern California he has both a fascination and fear relationship with storms. He was at the front door before I even realized what the noise was. A few seconds later he had gotten his weather radio and we were listening to extreme warnings for our surrounding area.
The announcer was warning all those with livestock, exhibits, and booths at the fair to secure everything because forty to seventy mile per hour winds were entering our area along with torrential rain and hail. He was so right. Over the next couple of hours the weather gods dumped everything they had on us.
|Photo taken at the 2009 fair|
Footnote: (added 8/5 at 7pm) Just saw the report on the 6:00 news about the problems with the storm at the fair last night. There were eleven thousand people that had to be evacuated from the fairgrounds by school buses once the storm started. Damage from lightning, rain and wind was extensive. Only one injury was reported which was amazing with all the flying objects. It was the first time in decades that emergency plans had to be used and apparently everything went off without any problems. Even through the fair was open today some minor venues were closed. Last I heard the main stage show for this evening was expected to preform on scheduled. The Old Salt and I decided not to attend the fair today after all.
|taken last April|
This cypress tree is in our neighbors back yard and today the entire neighborhood is littered with the lacy leaves, pods and twigs blown around by the storm. It will take me days to pick up all the mess embedded in the mulch of my flowerbeds that I can not take a rake too.
When I walked my yard this morning, I found most of my flowerpots lying on their sides and several of the clay ones broken. Plants were bent and branches were broken. One tomato plant heavy with ripening fruit snapped in half and lay on the patio. Statues and other yard art were not only blown over but moved around in some cases. My shepherd hooks were leaning and had lost the plants and birdhouses that were hanging from them. I also found my patio umbrella in a broken heap against the fence. But, the worst damage was to the hawthorn tree at the corner of the yard. The tree was leaning after a storm last fall and after last night, it is leaning so much more that we will have to take it down.
The bright side is we got over three inches of rain and I will gladly sacrifice an old patio umbrella and a few tomatoes to the weather gods if it means our farmers get some relief. I didn't really care for that thorny old hawthorn tree anyway and now I have an excuse to replace it with something ... shady...no, perhaps, flowering and sweet smelling.
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