I don't yet know if the trees around the vineyard suffered in the windstorms we had over the past 48 hours. It was especially gusty yesterday morning and into the afternoon. We got less than an inch of rain in all. I woke up at 5 this morning and, from the sound of it, it was pouring outside. I just rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour.
These are photos I took last week, before the storms. They show what the landscape around the hamlet looks like now.
It's pretty stark, don't you think? A few trees blown over every winter. When the day dawns in an hour or so, I'll go out there and assess the situation. I don't have to go out as early now that the hunting season is over. Hunters normally arrive at 9 a.m. sharp.
It's not as cold now as the photos make it look. As you can see, the grass is green even in the dead of winter. The round balls of growth among the tree branches are clumps of mistletoe.
This last photo shows the little road that leads down the hill to the highway and connects us to Saint-Aignan, which is two miles away. We have to be careful when we drive down because you can't see around that curve. If another car is coming up the hill, both cars have to drive on the shoulder to pass each other. So far since we've lived here — nearly 14 years now — the road has never been blocked by a fallen tree. And no falling branch has pulled down the phone line and interrupted our internet service.