Last night the tattered remains of Ike decided to visit us up here in north east Ohio. While nowhere near as nasty as he was when he came ashore down south, he still packed 60 mph. wind gusts, enough to topple trees and cause widespread power outages.
As I ventured outside a few times, and listened to him howl and moan, watching the trees bend over, shedding a zillion leaves and hundreds of small twigs all over the place, I thought “how in the world could anyone go through a full force hurricane for hours and still want to live there”. (Florida brat?). I know if I lived in that area and saw a monster heading my way, I’d be outta there before they could finish that dreaded sentence “evacuations are advised for……”
Although I didn’t hunker down in the closet this time (which I have been known to do from time to time), it was scary enough. And I kept a close eye on the huge trees surrounding my house hoping that they wouldn’t be falling on my roof or be coming through my windows, (as if watching them could hold them upright) and hoping that the power wouldn’t go out (it didn’t). We did have a storm quite a few years ago, with straight line winds of 70 mph, that took down half of the trees in the entire city, including one in my back yard, sent a huge limb through my front window, and left us without power for a week. Believe me I was in the closet that afternoon!!
So this morning at first light, after all the hullabaloo was over, I walked around the neighborhood to check things out. Aside from a few fairly large branches in the streets, (the city trucks were already out here cleaning up) and numerous small branches everywhere, everything else seemed pretty much okay.
The only casualty in my yard.
My poor little trellis got tired of standing up against the wind and decided to lie down. Unfortunatly his little legs are broken so he won’t be getting back up. Gives me an opportunity to try something new. Just not sure what.