Ma Nature unleashed a little hell-on-earth last night, our township bearing the brunt of it.
It hit with a wall of water, 60-70 mph sustained winds. The flowering plum bent, bent so much we feared we’d lose it. The treeline along the road waved like demons in ecstasy.
It was terrifying.
The horses were in the barn, and I cannot begin to imagine what a metal pole building sounded like at the height of the storm. One small miracle, we never lost power, though many others did.
Firstborn reports trees down so I expect to hear the happy whine of chain saws soon.
Here’s a taste of STORMAGGEDON