A week’s worth of hot sticky days ended in a several hours of lightening, thunder, wind and rain last night.
The weather alerts came often, preceded by the annoying attention signal. This is a dangerous storm, take shelter indoors. The wind gusts were sixty miles an hour, as promised. Out back a limb of our struggling old elm come down. It’s reduced to two branches reaching skyward. And the kid’s watermelon rind hole.
The elm is at the bottom of a small ravine. The end of its snapped limb can be seen at the top of the hill. The hole in the trunk is at least sixty feet away; the kids stand along the deck rail and wing their rinds at the hole. A surprising number make it. The deer and the squirrels are happy.
The rain gauge is nearing three inches. I’m sure it was three inches; the wind blew the rest straight over the top.
In the front, I've kept my eye on the yuccas, slowly coming into bloom. I wanted photos of an inflorescence of yucca when several plants bloomed.
That may happen yet, but in the meantime the big guy needs a crutch. A round of applause; it took sixty mile gusts that brought down an old elm’s branch. But, as the day went on, the yucca sagged lower and lower; we staked it up.
Emily and I repaired Laura’s flower basket corner. The basket was so heavy with water and the ground so waterlogged, the basket holder sagged to the ground