I feel like one of the three little pigs and the big bad wolf is trying to blow the house down. I’m the one with the brick house so I think I’m safe but my container trees are not so secure. Already some are lying on their sides; I didn’t bother to straighten them. I don’t want to go outside and anyway, they’ll just be blown down again. It’s two o’clock in the morning and there’s no sleep with this howling so I’ve the put the kettle on .
It’s my fault because I’ve let some of them grow too tall and they are a bit top heavy. It’s been raining non-stop and the canopies of the trees have become heavier still. Most of the containers were balanced on three bricks to facilitate drainage but some have only two and not so steady on their feet.
But I have never known such wind. In fact my property is quite protected. I am surrounded by taller buildings and tall trees. I have trouble getting TV reception because of that, and the internet comes and goes. I sleep through most nights, usually unaware of storms. This is something else.
No doubt the news will tell us that this sets a record. We’ve had so much record breaking weather lately that we can no longer deny climate change, although being Australians, our government can and does. I have promised myself not to write about politics or use foul language but I have to say this: we have a *#@^@*#ø# for a Prime Minister. There.
There is a giant Grevillea robusta (Silky Oak) next door that I hope will not be blown down or I will be homeless.