Yes, and a few days later I found the piece of metal that had broke, then sheered off the spinning chimney cowl. It was razor sharp. Imagine if it had hit anyone!
In the deepest of storms, I think of old women in the pioneer days who stood at the door and looked out wondering what would be left to clean-up in the dawn.
Ha! I was with the kids wondering who Dave was....clever set up!
Thank you Jill. I had fun writing this piece.
Ahh, a playful essay.
Yes, and a few days later I found the piece of metal that had broke, then sheered off the spinning chimney cowl. It was razor sharp. Imagine if it had hit anyone!
In the deepest of storms, I think of old women in the pioneer days who stood at the door and looked out wondering what would be left to clean-up in the dawn.
Listening to a new place is the whole practice. Still learning Australia.
There'll be a lot to listen to in Australia I imagine.
Oh nice, Yasmin. I loved this. Storms inspire such atmospheric stories don’t they.
Thank you Bee. It was good that the trees weren't in leaf at the time. It was a bit scary nevertheless.
Here too, our barn roof didn’t fare so well in the storm before.
What a beautiful description of this force of nature!
Thankyou Katherine.