The force of last night’s wind literally shook the timbers and walls of this ole house – so much so – I expected to find some slates down this morning – but luckily – and thankfully – my expansive roof has weathered the storm this time round…
I’m rather like the Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dike; trying to keep a roof over our heads keeps me ‘poor’ – but hopefully leak-free——ish!
The only apparent casualty of last night’s gale is a much-loved garden statuette – that has graced my garden with its presence for quarter of a century; ‘Saint Francis’ is made from moulded plastic to look like marble, then weighted inside with sand. After 25 years out in all weathers – dear ‘Saint Francis’ cracked under the strain of last night’s gale and the sands have finally run out…
…in a thousand pieces. Sunday, 27th January 2019.
And how unfortunate too that he should have toppled onto my one and only snowdrop…
Oh dear oh dear! – but not to worry. Because the ‘Snowdrop’ is quite the hardiest, bravest little plant in all the garden – that without doubt – will perk up over the coming days.
Just as I KNOW too – that the birds will always come…
To Brother Wind, Sister Mother Earth, Brother Sun – to eternal Brother Francis.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canticle_of_the_Sun