The invaders are still among us but they’re short-lived now. To quote a friend, we’ve “as-salt-ed” them. We’ll leave this weapon of mass destruction in place and do a body count when we return next month.
As we turned our attention to some early Spring cleaning, we sadly discovered that Mother Nature isn’t done with us yet.
It was a stormy, blustery day…..winds howled around the cottage and rain beat down at a steady pace. We were tucked safely inside…..getting the cottage ready for our long absence. After a late dinner and a little telly, we were just about to head off to bed when we noticed a large drip landing squarely on Felix’s tower. First one drip, then another, then another.
Pots were retrieved from the kitchen and placed strategically in the living room. “PLOP…..PLOP…..PLOP”……the sound of the gentle raindrops intensified as they landed in the metal containers.
We checked the weather report…..rain’s expected for the rest of the week.
There’s no attic in this rustic old cottage…..only a narrow barrier lies between the tile roof and the knotted wood ceiling. It’s impossible to contain the moisture from within….. nothing can be placed over the roof without damaging the fragile tiles….repairs aren’t possible until the rains stop….and we’re leaving on Monday.
Mother Nature didn’t make for a restful night’s sleep.
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow…….Charlotte Brontë