The Wind and the Willows
Well, I may have spoken too soon. Irene, wimpy as she was, managed to whip up enough wind to fell two big willows in our little corner of the Fens, one right along the path outside my garden...
This is one of the ones that used to provide much of my late afternoon dappled sunlight, not to mention a favorite perch for hawks. But it had lost two big limbs last summer, and was, as we now know, not long for this world.
The weird thing I saw when I was down surveying the damage was several people out with their infants in strollers wheeling them through the wreckage. One couple with a stroller wanted their picture taken with the baby under the fallen willow with the downed power line dangling, like, two feet from them.
Which is when I decided it was time to string up the "caution" tape.
Better late than never.
This is why I am superstitious. In my primitive eye you violated rule # 25, Do not mock the storm before it hits. Also the pretext of Irene is HURRICANE!. Even Ohio gets hit by them once in a while. Ivan was the last one. It had a tough name too!
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Wow, some people just have no common sense. Imagine all the sympathy they would have expected had something happened to their baby.
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Wow. People are really dumb. it's very nice of you to be looking our for their safety. :-)
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