Severe Storms Hit

The storm hit in the early evening and was a bad one. We had had a hot gently busy day. Everyone was surprised at the sudden change. From calm and hot to massive winds and torrential rain. It hit fast. I had no warning because I was driving so I did not hear it coming. I had just returned from the other farm when the first wave smashed through the farm, so Boo and I literally rode it out in the truck. We were parked out by the barn.  So we I could see everything. The truck was rocking so violently at one point that I put my head down on the seat,  I felt a little bit scared in a delicious kind of way and I am never scared.  But I have to admit that I loved it.  Something in storms makes me want to shout to the sky, just put my head back and scream out with delight. Especially when I am alone.  

Once the winds had died down to just gale force I left the truck and pulled Boo through blinding torrential rain to the house. I was completely drenched within seconds. Of course the house was full of water as I had all the doors and windows open when I walked out to do the chores.  I only decided to come in because I was afraid someone would come looking for me which would put them in danger, plus deep down I could not bear to be “rescued”. This element is my element. I am in my element when I pit myself against a storm.  Storms make me feel strong. And this one was a doozy. I was close to being happy caught out in it.

The only thing I regret is having no camera or phone in the truck – typical that this would be the day I didn’t!  I could have taken Instagram by STORM!! Little joke. 

Boo was so terrified that he was shattered for hours afterward, trying to climb into cupboards, and hide under the stairs then he would realise he could not see me and he would pour his body along the floor towards my  ankle again. 

The garden is flattened, sweetcorn on the ground, tomatoes on the ground – still in their cages – everything is horizontal and pounded with mud.  Most everything will survive though the garden is no longer pretty. The old apple tree has fallen which is probably the biggest loss. However I have not walked the whole property yet – in the aftermath of the storm I picked little red tomatoes and basil and a couple of zuchinni and made dinner – (life just carried on) afterwards we stood and watched the extraordinary sunset then we played the dishwashing game,  (I set the alarm for 4 minutes and 36 seconds and we do dishes as fast as we can until the alarm goes off then we walk out of the kitchen – it is amazing what you can achieve in five minutes if you set your mind to it).  Later we sat on the wooden floor and five of us played bananagram until late.

Do you remember that story of the boy who cried wolf? Well I had become a little like that with the weather.   We had watched storm after storm go past and so it came as a surprise when we got hit. Even the two heavily pregnant pigs were out in the field – I watched them from the truck – they were grazing then suddenly realised this was not just a rain shower and they took off running for the barn, their fat heads bobbing up and down as they ran. The cows just planted their feet, turned their backs and waited it out. I loved being out in it watching their behaviour.

It was interesting that I was the opposite of a cow and turned my body in the seat of the truck so I could look into the storm through the back window, no way was I going to turn my back on it. I have to admit that I was excited to be caught out inside the storm but sheltered, watching branches fly past, between times when I could not see out the windows at all there was so much rain and it was so dark and so loud and furious, the truck’s movement matching the fury of the storm.  I was full of the thrill of the storm sitting out there alone. It was ferocious but this morning the dawn has arrived, the roosters are still crowing and the cows are out in the field.   Everything is laying about calmly drenched. All is forgiven. And we begin again.

I don’t know how much rain we got but it was a lot. 

So much for my ordinary day.

Camera House and I will inspect the damage after the milking.

Have a lovely day.

celi