Last night one of the worst lightning storms I’ve ever seen blew through. Fortunately we experienced only minor damage when one of our trees was (possibly - or it may have been wind) struck by lightning. This morning I woke to an enormous tree limb on the ground, having crushed one of my young winterberry shrubs. It missed the fence, however, and I’m grateful for that. And thank God the house wasn’t damaged.
The rest of the immediate neighborhood appears to have escaped unscathed. Not so with last month’s nor’easter which knocked down a neighbor’s (BIG) maple which appeared to have missed his house by a mere 12 inches or so. He’s still trying to break all of the wood down weeks later. Serious storms both frighten and mesmerize me; I’m often torn between seeking shelter and being glued to the window. I’ve lived in tornado-prone sections of the country so my inclination is to identify where I might find shelter and then watch out the window to see if I’ll need it. So yes, I’m a chicken, but with GOOD reason (and so’s my dog but I suspect she picked it up from me, poor thing).
But today is lovely; it rained hard enough last night that I won’t need to go water the plants today after all. I’d like to do a little planting but something aggressive has invaded my sinuses and I’m trying to get some rest to save myself a trip to the doctor (fingers crossed). The trip to town is 23 miles (each way) and there are no stores or other services here in Wicomicoville; I try to get in as much as I can when I do go and a trip JUST to see a doctor would be neither green nor frugal. If I do go though, I can certainly make a case for picking up some canned soup!
