We had a little wind Tuesday night. By a little I mean it was gusting at probably 30 miles per hour or more. Although when I checked the weather (when I started hearing the shingles blowing across the roof) it was only supposed to be between 10 and 15 miles per hour. I beg to differ. Anyhow, Wednesday morning T calls me and asks if I could "please check on the yellow house because I think the roof blew off of it." Being the most excellent wife I am I immediately ran next door and was actually happy to find the roof was still there, but the wind had blown the tin back so it looked much worse. T was also glad to hear this because now he can just hammer it back or whatever he's going to do.
Later in the day I went to tend to my chickens and here's what I saw.
On our way back to the house I noticed something a little out of place in the pasture. Can you spot it?
Before I do that here's a nice picture of my blue plumbago. All my plants survived the wind so far. (In case you were on edge worrying about them.)
With that I will bid you farewell and lots of happiness until next time,