Hunger Hill
The hilltop wind is mighty, sometimes buffeting our house so fiercely in winter that the floors move and the bed shakes. We didn't know about the tornado warning until later, but this happened when John went to fetch John Wayne.
Piper was aghast, but I'm not complaining.
My dad came up with his chainsaw, and now we have a small mound of locust wood for winter!
2 comments :
praise God it landed where it did and that no swirling wind happened upon you.
There was a tornado here last year and it wiped out (totally) several miles running parallel to our home down that dirtroad by our driveway. And I had no idea. Matt was gone. The children were in bed. I still feel badly that something could have happened with me none the wiser. I have always loved storms but this spring has been difficult to get that out of my mind in the middle of the night, knowing what devestation occurred literally out of front door.
So thankful your house was protected.
We weren't near the tornado, but everybody gets hyped up over high winds. It was no different than it is every winter, though!
Your experience, on the other hand, was a bit more disconcerting! Keep your eyes peeled for striped legs and ruby slippers...
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