I’m composing this post in the midst of a storm. It’s the fourth storm we’ve been hit with this month, and it’s by far the worst. The wind is howling and the trees are bending over, looking like they might succeed in their attempt to touch the ground. Branches litter the ground, and the threat of another one coming down when I took Fergus out this morning made for a very short walk.
In a storm earlier this week a neighbouring cottage had a branch impale their roof. I shudder to think what the outcome would have been had it hit a person. And when a friend and I were hiking Teapot Hill a few days ago we were shocked to see this huge tree that had fallen across the trail.
We discussed whether or not one would have enough warning to get out of the way if they had been in that spot when it toppled over. We came to the conclusion that no, there was probably not enough time to react.
Fergus is totally fed up with the stormy weather. He despises the rain, but still hasn’t caught onto the fact that walking slower makes it worse, not better.
Between storms we have had a few spectacular fall days. We have also had our first frost.
Our power is out right now, and I’ve got candles lit. In spite of the fact it’s mid-morning, the storm has made for a very dark day. I don’t mind the power outage. The cottage is so peaceful and quiet without any appliances running. The flickering candles send out a warm glow, and I’ve got a nice cup of tea sitting next to me thanks to the Thermos I filled with boiling water last night. I plan to spend my day knitting, reading, and listening to the storm raging outside. I feel very privileged to be able to have a place where I am safe and warm, sheltered from the storm.
***Our power was out until late last night, so this post is going up a day after the storm.