High winds and heavy rain from Sunday afternoon’s storms left twigs and broken branches on the ground.
Last night, the shrieking furies returned, their anger stronger than before, intent on howling their way through the forest and shredding the sky with razor-sharp claws. It’s too dark to see whether more branches and twigs and even trees succumbed to the onslaught.
Some day, when the skies are clear and my mood is suitable for the job, I will clean up the yard. I am in no hurry.
John, I think that story about the kid disappearing from the plane was the premise of a movie starring Jodie Foster as the mother. Can’t remember the details.