Saturday, June 27, 2015

OH! Hillmomba!



You never know what you're going to come across on the way to town. Such a surprise that you can't have your son snap a good picture out his window on the way, but you can get an okay couple of snaps on the way home. Like that tree way down in the middle of this photo. You know. The horizontal one. Here's a closeup.


 
OH! HILLMOMBA! Where the wind scours the rolling terrain
And the fallen tree, that I do see
When I drive to town after a rain
Oh, Hillmomba every night my Farmer H and I
Avoid each other, but watch the weather
Makin' lazy circles in the sky

You're blowin' away, our Hillmomba!
Our Hillmomba, MO

Yep. You never know what you're going to see on the way to town after a gusty night. We were under no watches or warnings. In fact, our neighbors to the north were only under a severe thunderstorm watch. But we heard the commotion.

I thought The Pony had gotten up out of bed around 10:30. I called to him, but Farmer H answered. "No. It's me."

"What are you doing going out on the porch?"

"I was checking on the weather. Well. I got up to go to the bathroom, but I heard the wind, so I went to look. The clouds are swirling. The furniture is blowing. I guess it will be all right. I'm going back to bed."

Let the record show that the furniture at the Mansion is not some lightweight plastic crap. It's metal. Old-style metal yard chairs that belonged to my grandma, and more modern mesh metal chairs the Farmer H brought home. So heavy that I do not deign to carry them from one place on the porch to another. So heavy that when I push them to and fro for better distribution of grocery bags on the porch to await The Pony's liftage, the dogs and cats scurry in fear at the rasping of metal on wood.

Looks like the hilltop Mansion dodged one Thursday night.

2 comments:

Sioux said...

HM--It would indeed be a shame if something--like an offensive outbuilding--got picked up by the wind and blown somewhere far, far away.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Indeed. That would be as tragic as that time in A Christmas Story when the mom was dusting the dad's very special award, the Leg Lamp, and it accidentally broke!