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Hurricane-force winds! Baseball-sized hail! Blackouts! Flash floods! Widespread panic!
That's what the talk was of yesterday afternoon. The storm predictions grew more and more dire even as the clouds were still hundreds of kilometres west of the city. And in the end? I don't think we even got any rain. Walking home last night, I saw more downed branches in the park than I'd ever seen before...and then I realised that the Park Service had been there earlier in the day trimming with abandon.
I hear there were power outtages on the South Side and flooding in the Northwest Burbs, but here the chief effect seems to have been to shake loose all the lime-green bracts from the lindens and cotton from the cottonwoods. The locusts are just beginning to come into seed, too, but I didn't see many of their fruits on the ground at all.
We're in that transition from late spring--iris still blooming in most places--to early summer. Columbine and spiderwort are in bloom and people have planted their flats of annuals. The leaves are still fresh and green--not dusty, chewed up, and possibly even sere as they will be a couple months from now.
And the cicadas? Still no sign! But Father's Day Weekend we'll be out in glorious Oak Brook for the Highland Games. If the polo grounds aren't infested with the little buggers, I for one will be sorely disappointed. Cicadas haggis, anyone?
That's what the talk was of yesterday afternoon. The storm predictions grew more and more dire even as the clouds were still hundreds of kilometres west of the city. And in the end? I don't think we even got any rain. Walking home last night, I saw more downed branches in the park than I'd ever seen before...and then I realised that the Park Service had been there earlier in the day trimming with abandon.
I hear there were power outtages on the South Side and flooding in the Northwest Burbs, but here the chief effect seems to have been to shake loose all the lime-green bracts from the lindens and cotton from the cottonwoods. The locusts are just beginning to come into seed, too, but I didn't see many of their fruits on the ground at all.
We're in that transition from late spring--iris still blooming in most places--to early summer. Columbine and spiderwort are in bloom and people have planted their flats of annuals. The leaves are still fresh and green--not dusty, chewed up, and possibly even sere as they will be a couple months from now.
And the cicadas? Still no sign! But Father's Day Weekend we'll be out in glorious Oak Brook for the Highland Games. If the polo grounds aren't infested with the little buggers, I for one will be sorely disappointed. Cicadas haggis, anyone?