A Storm of Blossoms

Backblipping, and today although it's calm and sunshine is none too warm at 11 degrees at 9.40AM by contrast to three days ago when it was deliciously hot, at 27; similarly for a few days before then it was deliciously hot. The low last night was something around 4.

Yesterday now, I braved the outside long enough in a squall of violent winds to try to capture 'the blossom storm' that, for all the world like a snow storm compounded an illusion as the temperature alternately plummeted between icy and moderately warm that we had been transported in a gust of wind, out and away clear of Spring and coming up Summer.

That was the almost whole day. I was sure it would hail, smash the back windows and catapult me into a real tempest with billowing waves of melted hail and thunder and lightning. I gardened betweentimes to keep up appearances;)

Hot, sometimes warm and sometimes icy all day it stayed as the squalls continued. Rain bombarded the house, as far as I heard that it rained anyway, in the very late afternoon. Someone must have chanted 'Rain, Rain, Go away! Come again another day!' It was like that. The rain stopped as quickly as it battered the roof like a Wild Thing.

The Golden Elm blossoms I noticed two days ago had started to turn brown. A good many blossoms are in street and house gutters, drains, stuck in people's clothing no doubt not that many people were out and about, and even in their houses where they opened their door. So many, gone with the wind.