One year ago we looked out in the evening and witnessed an unusual drama: crazy dance of snowflakes. This year there is just the usual wind.
Last year on the morning after we woke up to this:
…whereas this morning’s walk to the station looked more like this:
The photos are not from today though, it was too cold, but rather from a variety of recent mornings after very windy days. Today was less drastic: no new trees have fallen, but the fences are still more or less in the same state (four months after the strongest wind!) and the smaller trash cans – but not the big one – are lying again. The scene with the bigger one and the cypress trees looks like the aftermath of a Star Wars battle.
One time I spotted somebody taking advantage of the situation:
Elsewhere, for example in Rome where at least two people died, the wind was no laughing matter. Also from the Adriatic coast in Croatia record wind speeds are reported.
I hope that this scene four years ago was the harshest aftermath we will ever encounter around here: upturned heavy wooden table and scattered tangerines, and a pine tree narrowly missing the neighbour’s car.