on my way home,
Fire engines sped past,ambulances, sirens blaring out..
trees bending and branches blowing across as if the cyclone from Wizard of Oz was happening all over again..
i expected Dorothy or Toto to fly past any minute..
and as I neared home and the storm abated, I started to be filled with dread as I noticed smashed leaves all over the road like a green carpet... as I turned the car into our little street, a sight met my eyes, that made my heart sink.. I knew what was waiting for me at Inlgewood... and as I opened my old wire gates, I just stared. the whole yard was covered with apple leaves and branches. the pond was covered with leaves from another tree. tomato leaves lay all over the vegie patch and under them were my tiny little grape tomatoes..all hit by hail, not ordinary hail either. but sheets of ice. like broken window panes.. just lying all over my yard. my tamarillo tree shredded. ...what can I say. I felt like shaking my fist at God.. and I did.. as well as muttering a few choice words under my breath.
then I rang Marion, my friend down the road who wisely suggested that I shut the door and poor myself a good red wine.. and forget about it until tomorrow..
I fared well actually. My garden is a wreck, but of course we all know it will spring back in time. my neighbour had windows smashed, Frank our post master had his hands cut to bits while trying to put a cover on his car. Marion had all her screens slashed from the hail. A man was struck by lightning. a house was also struck by another lightning bolt.
today, I gathered those hail damaged little tomatoes, picked a handful of basil and crushed some garlic mixed with balsamic vinegar, brown sugar, salt & pepper, and made bruschetta for dinner.. on gluten free Panne from Leura Deli. and THAT is making something out of disaster.