There was a colossal storm in my little corner of the world this afternoon. At 3:30 in the afternoon I started turning on lights due to the dark sky and then twenty minutes later the heavens opened up and pieces of hail came plummeting from the sky. It was terrifying. I stood at the side door and watched our neighbour’s roof become pocked marked with holes, the noise of the hail was deafening, the visibility poor, trees violently moving from side to side. The hail was moving with such forceful velocity that as it landed on the lawn some of the pieces would bounce up and over the garden fence. Tremendous. A flash flood rushed past the door lapping at the step. And then it was silent, if only for a small moment, before the emergency services’ sirens could be heard screeching in what seemed like every direction. Hard to believe that just two hours earlier we had been playing at the park.
Another storm passed over again a couple of hours later and whilst the torrential rain burst open our eaves, it wasn’t nearly as terrifying. The damage will need to be assessed more closely tomorrow. What ever it might be we’re much more fortunate than those people at Mount Eliza who have been affected by the landslide.
Tonight seemed like the perfect moment to give my boys their matching pyjamas that I recently made for them. Nice to be all rugged up on such a night… … don’t they look so sweet sitting next to each other like two peas in a pod? I can tell you that Mr. 3 was rightly chuffed sitting there with his Dada in matching duds.