You could say it was
a hell of a thunderstorm that rolled through last night. The storm started loud, with frequent flashes of lighting and a constant roll of thunder. The storm continued intensely until about 5:00 a.m. At one point early on Mary looked outside and said: "It looks like a blizzard."
The morning is quiet now. We know that anything is possible. Anything is possible. Schools are cancelling summer classes today. Oshkosh is without power and is flooded. The world is an interesting place.
The peonies along our garage are beat down. Leaves are scattered on lawns. Our neighbor across the street is picking up sticks.
I suppose one of the consequences of the storm is that the county fellows have other work to do and it will be even longer before our road is finished.
At the cemetery, the wind in the flag is mostly from the north. There is light cloud cover overhead; off to the west, a line of tall thunderheads with a little sunlight on the top of them. I cannot see the sun but they can. Three miles north of Fairwater, the flag atop one of the corn bins blows south to north.
Along Watson Street in Ripon, a tree is down in front of one of the stately old houses, its trunk sundered.
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