Well, we’ve had a proper English Storm here today. Strong, icy gusts of wind, heavy rain… even hail being driven down from the skies at a forty-five degree angle!
We awoke to discover one downed fence panel, next door’s empty plant pots scattered across our lawn and my back flower border under about five inches of water. There have also been patches of black ice in our locale, so anybody out on foot needed to be extremely careful. A tree in our road is also down, but fortunately it didn’t land on anything or anyone. Other trees have stood up to the force of the storm, but have lost limbs and so driving slowly is recommended – because there are branches strewn everywhere.
The earth, it seems, is beginning to awaken from her long, cold sleep. It’s quite obviously my fault, as I’ve just purchased some pretty skirts and jumpers along with an adorable pair of boots that I seemingly shan’t be wearing for a while!
I am hoping that more storms this year shall be created only by the weather, and not by my body. I’m considering asking my doctor about physiotherapy for my back and legs before they cripple me completely, I’m determined to beat the Monster in my head and my epilepsy has seemed much improved over the last four months; I still suffer seizures, but not often and not too severely.
One of these days I shall write more about my disabilities. For now, I just wanted to talk about the beauty of today’s storm and how secure I felt in my home with my Tribble while a battle of the elements raged outside.