I was awakened at 5 this morning to a metallic rattling outside my window. Something on the terrace was being shaken in the high winds that had come up overnight. Before I could even think about what the rattle might be, there was a loud crash followed by the sound of tumbling stones.
Something, obviously, had blown over. And given the number of stones I heard fall, it could only be the yucca on the corner where the balcony wraps around our apartment. But I couldn’t understand how that yucca could go anywhere. San Geraldo had bolted it to both walls. I quietly got up and looked through the glass. I couldn’t see a yucca silhouette to the right where I knew one should be. I had no idea what other damage had been done. San Geraldo was snoring peacefully (a rarity), so I decided to just let it and him lie until morning (whatever “it” was). After a half hour or so, I managed to fall back to sleep for a while. (Click any, well most, of the photos to enlarge.)
|WIRED AND OFF THE HOOK.|
|MORE DIRT… AND ROCKS… TO SWEEP.|
Interestingly, Dudo and Moose didn’t drive us crazy this morning to open the doors and windows and let them out. (They have no concept of Daylight Savings Time.) However today, once the sun started to rise, they sat quietly at my window and peered to the right.
|DUDO: “IS IT SAFE?”|
At 7:30, San Geraldo got up and I told him what I had heard. It was a glorious sunrise and a perfectly calm morning. He was surprised to learn there had been any winds at all during the night. We went outside and, sure enough, the yucca had been blown over. San Geraldo had used L-hooks in the walls and tied the wire to those. Thankfully, both hooks were still solidly affixed to the wall. The plant had simply been shaken enough to jiggle the wire off one side.
|IMAGINE MY SURPRISE (AND MUSY’S) WHEN I LOOKED
THROUGH THE GLASS AND DIDN’T SEE THAT YUCCA.
Amazingly, the yucca and all that surrounds it were completely unscathed. And my skillfully cut and precisely — expertly — installed plastic covering remained almost perfectly in place atop the soil. San Geraldo will attach things differently this afternoon. I was told this morning by a lifelong resident of Los Boliches that, although it’s normally windy here in fall and winter, the kinds of winds we’ve had on and off recently have been very unusual — coming from strange directions and swirling at times. So, OK, maybe San Geraldo was right (this once) when he called our winds “cyclonic.” (Click for a reminder of that.)