That’s because it’s November. Every November it gets extremely windy in this part of the world. It’s not especially cold, and it is usually accompanied by rain (though not always), but that wind is horrific.
I’m afraid of the wind. It’s so noisy and, well, windy. My bedroom is on the second floor, at the southwest corner of my house. The wind generally comes from the southeast. It flies with gusto around the corner of the house, past my flimsy window, rattling all kinds of things. It makes car alarms go off. It makes anything in the yard thump aggressively against the fence. It makes strange bumping noises on the roof – and there’s no way I even want to speculate what that might be.
I also have three tall cedar trees along the fence in my postage-stamp-sized back yard. Now I understand that such trees are built to withstand wind and rain and heavy snow, but it still worries me to see those trees being buffeting around so strongly. What if one got ripped right out by the roots? Would it crash into the house – or more specifically, into my bedroom window? Yes, the middle one is secured by a sturdy yellow cord attached to a couple of thick posts driven into the dirt, but when I peek out the window to see what’s happening, the tree still seems to be tilting alarmingly to the side. If it fell onto its neighbour, would that tree also crash to the ground? Would I have to pay for the clean-up?!
So far, my power has not gone out, but that depends on where you live. I’ve been lucky. I know people who live scant blocks away from me whose electricity has been cut in this wind. I think it’s just a matter of time here. I don’t have a battery back-up for my clock radio, either.