We were alerted yesterday that a tornado-strength storm was on the way and as news dribbled in I realized my daughter lived on the storm path and that was foremost in my mind.
We're still shaken from the news that the nearby town of Goderich was savaged by a tornado on the weekend and now it might be our turn.
In the early evening rumbles of thunder and lightning flashes lit the sky.
Shortly after a ribbon message at the bottom of the TV screen warned people south of us to take cover.
The storm hit us; the thunder and lightning was violent and lasted for hours; sheet lightning, forked lightning, we had it all.
This picture was taken by an unidentified photographer in Toronto.
It was the kind of storm that made me ache to take my grown children in my arms and tell them how much I love them.
All in all, a dramatic time.
So this morning I looked out the window and everything seemed normal. I turned on the radio and they were discussing Libya.
I know there was a storm. I saw the storm.
Was I dreaming?
On my morning walk the sky looked like this--a little uncertain but stable.
I E-mailed my two local sons--are you okay?
Both replied virtually the same way, "Well, duh." Apparently I took the storm more seriously but they had company and I didn't.
My daughter reported she prudently spent part of the night in the basement so she was impressed with the storm.
I took this shot in the late morning. It's just an uneasy sort of day.
Now I know why last night's storm wasn't in the news first thing this morning: it happened at night and the storm specialists don't know how to grade it until daylight and they can see the damage.
One city south of us might have been hit hardest and in a lot of places trees were uprooted and there were power outages.
The hail stones were this size south of us.
Next time there is a warning of this kind I'm high-tailing it to the home of the nearest son, then I can be calm and collected while all hell breaks loose.
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