Turns out that all that “bluster” I was talking about yesterday was Storm Amy. Which tracks in retrospect. We were mostly lucky. It hit some areas a lot harder than it hit us.
I feel like I should have been aware of that but I have not yet trained The Algorithm™ to actually tell me important news for the area. Instead, I get opinion pieces about rowdy youth on e-scooters. I’m going to go and find some actual local news sources and stop trusting the modern equivalent of drunken oracles.
Shortly after I took the photos of the leaves, another round of wind and rain hit — including some sleet — and this time the wind was strong enough that it knocked over our ceramic statue of “Granny.”
A neighbor back in Huntsville had gifted it to us because we have a statue of a creepy doll and I think she thought we liked such front garden kitsch. Which, in her defense, we kind of do.
Alas, Grandpa [not pictured] is a widower now.