After 2 frantically busy days bringing all my potted plants and hanging baskets indoors, plus all assorted backyard junk, treasures and memorabilia, bringing all the birds inside and taping up vulnerable windows, I just sat there waiting for something to happen. By the second day of nothing I was so bored I decided to install the new dishwasher that has been sitting in the kitchen laughing at for 3 weeks. Like most good things, a lot of rolling around the floor was required but it is up and running if ever I decide to cook something. Then the cyclone came. Okay now I have lived though a real cyclone. I asked myself , "Is that all there is to a cyclone ? Is that ALL there is ?" Ooooh spooking moment... I am channelling Peggy Lee.....quick someone cut my hair....I need to blink.
Let me assure you that taking all the plants and hangers back out is a lot harder than bringing them inside. First all the twigs and small branches have to cleaned up outside, the Chamaedorea plumosa that got torn out by the wind replanted ( it lives it lives) and the hired help paid overtime to clean the floor after days of muddy little dogs and cats, birdseed and feathers from all parrots and a few little wee wee spots that appeared when the dogs were too scared of the heavy rain to go outdoors. Today, a week later, the place is back to normal apart from my back and the only thing left to do is load the dishwasher with a week's worth of dog plates and coffee cups. Oh there is the shade house to rearrange eventually but it took me a year to get the placements right the first time and that was without any cyclonic interventions.
Sorry to all those who think they are in my will too
Peachy, Cyclone Survivor.