Friday, June 19, 2015
Tropical Storm Bill (Bill?) came and went. I'm unsure how much rain we got because the rain gauge next door overflowed at 5 1/2”. Jade and I had gone to yoga in the next little town over that night as all day Tuesday it just sprinkled off and on. We hadn't been there 5 minutes when the storm finally started coming through with torrential rain and high wind. I kept thinking through the whole hour...It's only 8 miles. It's only 8 miles. I can drive through this for 8 miles. We did make it safely home.
Tuesday morning I was up early folding up lawn chairs and taking down wind chimes and pounding a stake in the ground so I could secure the Lee Littlefield sculpture with three points. It's already loose in the ground from the 9” we got the last week of May.
I worried about the little kildeer and her eggs all night during the storm and Wednesday morning early I checked on her. I'm happy to report that she weathered the storm and her chicks had the good sense not to try and hatch. Which they should be doing any day now.
The yard is, of course, a mess, littered with small and medium branches. I'm surprised there were that many left to be lost from the previous storm. The cedar at the entrance to the shop has a big broken branch that hasn't fallen and one of the pecans also has a couple of danglers. That stupid arbor fell on my small dogwood tree again, damaging it further because I didn't even think about securing that.
Hot and muggy out today and no one is in a hurry to clean up the mess.