Uhhh, I was just singing along as I typed the above words. I can’t help it, musical junkie here. And no, I don’t live in Oklahoma, but it get’s pretty windy around these here parts as well. And plains? Well we definitely have those. But the wind, the wind has been out of control lately. It’s howling out there even as I type.
And it was howling last week as well. In fact, last Saturday morning, as I was shuffling toward my kitchen, I happened to groggily look up at my dining room window and stopped in my tracks. “Huh.” I actually said out loud, “My fence is gone.” I headed for my back door to get a closer look. Sure enough, there laid yet another section of my white, plastic fence in pieces on top of my Black Eyed Susan bush. And wait a minute, I was also missing two patio chairs. I went and stuck my head through the giant hole that used to be a fence and there they were, plastered up against the neighbors wooden fence. It was like they made a break for it through an escape hatch.