Thirty degrees C.
120 kph wind.
Dust clouds so thick I couldn’t see the back fence 20 metres away.
So I knew there would be carnage by day’s end.
Picking yellow summer squash for dinner, I was having trouble finding them, because they were completely coated in dust.
I studiously avoided looking at the fruit trees—I couldn’t face what I knew I’d find while the wind still howled.
Later in the evening, my husband and kids went out and surveyed the damage. Remember back in November when I posted the picture of all those apple blossoms? I knew it was too good to be true.
Every fruit was stripped off of every tree. They collected them all, tossed the bad ones on the compost, and brought the rest inside.
None are quite ripe, but we’ll make the best of them—applesauce and pie this weekend, for sure!