For the past four or five days, the weather has been terrible in central Maine. We’ve had lashing rain, violent thunder storms followed by a hideous wind that doesn’t seem to know when to stop blowing. (If I wanted Indiana weather, I’d move to Indiana.) Fortunately, the wind hasn’t been strong enough to blow over trees on top of power lines and houses, but it has certainly been rough on the my darling irises.
However, I’ve been able to prop up most of them so that they still look reasonably good.
With trees creaking all around us, the wind pretty much keeps us inside. Yesterday, when our friends Cheryl and Denny came over for pizza, Clif couldn’t grill the pizzas outside because the wind was blowing too hard. But lucky us! His oven-cooked pizza is pretty darned good.
Nevertheless, we are chomping at the bit, as the saying goes, to eat outside, to spend time on the patio. But until the wind settles down, it will be eating inside at the dining room table for us.