Sunday, December 22, 2019

The storms return.

What a night. A once in a decade gale thunders in from the Atlantic. Power shower rain and 100 km/h winds. We lose some more cypress trees. Through the night the power goes on and off and on and off. The security system emits that sleep interrupting screech each time the electricity fails.  The gutters are filled to overflowing. Literally. 

This morning there is a brief eye of the storm respite.  Angus and Sophie set off at a brisk pace to the storm drain. The ground is wet so we opt to stand under a plane tree and look out across the valley. Sophie gets an ear scrunch and is told, as she is told every morning, that this her home. Angus tells her about  Barry Loudermilk and his views on Pontius Pilate. She is unimpressed.We scurry back for a coffee before the wind and rain start. En route Sophie finds some owl kill. She trots home, head high, with whatever it is proudly clamped between her jaws. What a wonderful day !

Christmas song 19 from Washington. 20/10 for effort. The world would be a poorer place without end of term carol services. Someone has understood what it takes to get male teenagers to volunteer for the choir :

These dropbox notes of an American living in Germany are strangely addictive. The language is 'generationally different '. Who ever knew that about Danes ? :


WFT Nobby said...

Owl kill? What a day Sophie!
Ding Dong Merrily on High opened the carol singing at last night's Torridon Community Christmas Party - perhaps unwise to begin with a carol with such high notes in the chorus before the participants voices had warmed up!
Cheers, Gail.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
I'm with Sophie on BL's BS... and I just wanted to give the young man with no integration skills a good shaking. Yet I too was compelled to read till the end. Was I hoping that at some point he would 'get it'??? YAM xx

Poppy Q said...

Glad you didn't get blown away. We are a bit sick of the wind here too. I wish we could send the rain to Australia.

Sheila said...

I never would have guessed that the Germans of all people would sell leeches for doing your own bloodletting.
Can't help but be somewhat jealous of all your rain when here in central Texas we've had no rain with the exception of some drizzles since the first week of May.