A Wee Blustery Day

Was it an errant bulldozer?

Was it the work of a livid Lumber Jack?

Guess again......

A freak summer storm, you say?

Just so. Just so. It was a wee blustery day with a spot of rain.

Due to my complete lack of photographic skill, (that gene seems to have skipped me entirely) you can't see the full extent of the damage. This is the road we use going in and out of Ellenbrook. It used to be lined with handsome pine trees, and there was a sort of wood for people to walk their dogs in. About 1/3 of the trees blew over in a storm two weeks ago.

It was in the high 30's, Celsius that is, with about 50% humidity. The type of day where you feel more clown fish than human. The weather bureau was forecasting scattered thunder showers, but so they had been for three weeks and not millimeter of rain to show for it.

Then at three o'clock the sky darkened and the rain began to fall. And boy did it ever rain! The lightning flashed and thunder crashed and for dramatic effect the power went out. The rain was so heavy we could scarcely make out the smudge of bush over the road.

Despite the rain the temperature remained at a steady 36 C or the mid 90's F, and now with pools of water on the patio and in the garage the humidity was even more miserable. We opened all the windows in the hopes of catching the faintest hint of breeze.

It turns out we, Ellenbrook, were on the news. Here's the link to prove it: Ellenbrook Storm. 

That was a Monday. Tuesday when we left Ellenbrook to go shopping we were amazed to see 1/3 of the trees lining Drumpelier were down, from the roots up, and patches of the forest were completely cleared.

What bazaar weather!