W I N DTwo weeks ago tonight we were in Boise Idaho. The weather had been gorgeous, not too hot and definitely not too cold. In fact the night before, we had eaten a beautifully prepared dinner in a fairly formal setting but at a dining table set out on the patio. Perfect conditions. Perfect food. Perfect company.
The next night we planned to eat out to celebrate Moth's and Son # 1's birthdays. Boise is not known for its extreme weather at any time of the year, but this night a violent thunderstorm was forecast, with damaging hail, heavy rains and strong winds. Nevertheless we weren't too concerned. We were in Boise, weren't we?
As we left for the restaurant, about 20 minutes away, we could see the clouds blowing up and feel the wind picking up. I was excited because we rarely get a good storm down here in S. California.
We found the restaurant and sat out in an enclosed porch where it was quieter (it was family night). The wind got up -- pretty strong, so before long we had to shut all the windows. No rain, no hail, no thunder.
An hour and a half later we were on our way home. (They were very busy and served us fast.) Nothing happening weather-wise. But ten minutes into the ride home this is what we saw :
I guess someone got the weather -- or at least the wind. There were trees down and branches all around. Though no sign of rain. Already people had started clearing up and there was plenty to do. Admittedly these weren't the strongest trees, but as I understand it, it takes 60 -- 70 mile an hour winds to do this kind of damage (knowledge gleaned from my years on Flamborough Head). Well it was all over bar the cleaning up by the time we got home. Less than two hours had passed. Just a couple of branches down in Son #1's yard. Crushed some flowers but that was all. Looked like straight winds, not tornadic. But I missed the fun! My apologies to those of you who live in "tornado alley". I know it's serious business for you, but once in a while I like a little more exciting weather than we get here.
Here when the first rains come in October/November there's as much excitement among the children at school as there is when the first snow comes in the northern states
~~~~ NOW HERE'S A DIFFERENT TAKE ON 'W' ~~~~
"NOW YOU HEAR IT, NOW YOU DON'T."
Diving through the wreck, Lt. Wright wrestled with the long wrack of seaweed that threatened to wreak havoc with his air supply. He wriggled and writhed until he wrenched his wrist and back. Now he wouldn't be able to write that report tonight, he thought wrathfully. Darn that little WREN (British female Naval person) who had wrung that wretched promise from him to see the wrasse in the sunken ship. Finally he emerged from the water like a wraith with a wreath of seaweed around his neck. She was wrong. There weren't any there.
Eighteen different silent 'W's.
For those like me who do not know, wrasses are a type of highly colorful tropical fish with thick lips.
This is my entry for 'W' for Mrs. Nesbitt's wonderful project ABC WEDNESDAY . To see more entries to this nine year old project click HERE