Basement, BASEMENT, BASEMENT!!!!!



Beginning of a
tree fort

End of a tree fort

 

There I was sitting upstairs minding my own business yesterday afternoon, trying once again to get some honest work done on my novel, you know, the one I started three ridiculous years ago when the power went out.

Looking out the window I noted an oddity. Trees blowing sideways. Hmmmm. We've had lots of rain the last few days, mant T-storms both day and night but this looked different. Rushing down the stairs and yelling for my husband and GK"s at the same time, we gathered at the bottom of the stairs and...hey, look at that...the furniture on our front porch was LEVITATING. Yup in mid air as things that LEVITATE have a tendency to do.

In my calmest and most in control voice I advised my family, basement, BASEMENT,
BASEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mad Max's Hogcienda. But where is the roof?

And off we scurried through the dining room, the kitchen and down into the basement as winds of spooky force slammed against our farm. Rain poured and we could hear things rumbling about on the porches. Our 5 years old Grandson, maybe too smart for his own good asked with a shaky voice if it was an F-4 or an F-5

Oh, HERE it is!

Having no idea what was over our heads we of course lied and told him there was no tornado, just high winds and basements are just fun places to visit are they not? I further reassured him by reminding him we were underground and SAFE. He responded :if we are underground then why can I still see light through that window?" He pointed to the small basement window above our heads.

It was obvious at this point he needed to be blindfolded.

But before such drastic measures took place, the wind was gone. In its place, some destruction but not real devastation. After awhile we ventured into the yard, the air a full 20 degrees cooler, and assessed the storms damage.

Calf Hutch. Relocated and repositioned. No calves
were harmed in the storm experience

Gone was the tree house, one heavy picnic table (later found) the roof off of Boar Mad Max's Hogcienda, trees branches, two sections of fence and a pregnant sow's hutch. Concerned over the stress on her Keith quickly moved her into the barns box stall where she delivered 12 babies just a few hours later.

Good timing on her parts of those piglets would've flown into the next county. Yeah, I know...when pigs fly :)

GK Allana assists with picture taking of farm damage. The DS proves
it is good for more than just game playing.