High winds buffeted the house for several hours. I saw a heavy wooden rocking chair on the porch going back and forth without a rider. The roaring on the ridge was impressive, loud and menacing. How quickly one forgets! The next morning I wasn’t looking for damage, but I noticed trees had fallen over the first small stream, Park Branch. I’m glad it didn’t change the tune of the stream.

I smiled when a shiny object on a nearby lawn turned out to be a gazing ball. Normally I see it on its stand near the house, but the wind played with it before rolling it down the hill. It was still fulfilling its function of reflecting sky and objects around it. By then I was looking for wind damage and was slightly disappointed to find none. What was I thinking?? I had to change my attitude to one of thankfulness for very little damage.