This is the 2nd photo in a series of five. I was nominated by Connie at basildonkitchens to take part in the following challenge:
“Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.
Here is my 2nd photo.
I’m sticking with the gardening theme for now. It’s a true story. I can remember this like it was yesterday.
One cold and very windy winter’s night a few years ago, I was on my way home from work. The wind was the strongest I’d ever experienced and I remember being quite worried while driving, particularly along the seafront. The gusts of wind gripped the car and threatened to lift me off four wheels. I, in turn, gripped the steering wheel and wished I was home. This was the worst part of the journey that night. It was pitch black dark and, thankfully, most people had got themselves home earlier than I had, so there wasn’t too much traffic. I just wanted to be home, quickly and safely. Then everything would be OK and I could relax.
The first part of my journey from work was heading into the wind and that didn’t feel too bad. However, as I turned to go north towards my house on the cliffs, with the bitterly cold North Sea on my right, I began to think of damage. We always have damage, every time the wind is strong, especially from the east, we have damage. The ridge on the roof of our house runs north to south. Our longest fences around the property run north to south, perfect for the prevailing west winds to grab and throw as they please but everything has even less chance of staying put when the wind is straight off the sea, from the east. Thankfully, this doesn’t happen often but when it does, we get damage.
Anyway, I did get home safely that night but I had no way of knowing whether we had lost fences or roof tiles because it was so dark outside. It would have to wait until morning. I was home and that’s all that mattered for now.
It was time for dinner. I switched the oven on and began to prepare vegetables. I walked towards the sink to wash them and something caught my eye through the kitchen window, glinting in the pitch black outside. I saw it again, this time a bit higher and then again. I remember standing really still, watching for it again but in reality, it couldn’t have been for more than a couple of seconds. There was one final FLASH and a CLATTER of aluminium and glass. My beloved greenhouse came slamming to the ground. The entire structure had literally lifted off the ground with the force of one gust then wobbled and contorted in the sky like a giant jellyfish before my eyes. Then it was back to Earth with an almighty CRASH.
I still remember that horrible night, then waking up in the complete calm of the next morning to the sea of devastation that had been left behind by that awful east wind.
When I hear news of hurricanes and tornados around the world it always makes me think of the night my greenhouse took flight. Losing my greenhouse was nothing compared to what some people suffer at the hands of extreme weather.
Anyway, I lost all interest in greenhouse gardening after that. The crumpled, mangled greenhouse was eventually replaced and, according to Mr Fixit, “This one will never lift off”. It hasn’t. However, we’ve lost many panes of glass, and last autumn, the door blew off! We found it flat on the grass with all panes miraculously intact. As you can see from my photo, Autumn is still in my greenhouse and it is now Spring. I wonder whether it will ever be summer in there again.
I got a bit carried away there…..
It’s now time for me to nominate another victim lucky blogger for this challenge. I’m nominating Kate from Tall Tales From Chiconia. I know she is incredibly busy but hope she will accept. Kate is an amazingly generous and talented patchwork quilter and blogger. She has many other tricks up her sleeve too. Pop over and take a look at her blog.
See you tomorrow with photo #3 :-)