We awoke to the sound of Roseholme Cottage being lashed by wind and rain and... large, solid things? The weatherman was on the TV, claiming it was 57°F in the pre-dawn darkness. Two days ago at this time, it was 19°F and there was snow on the ground.
A branch, presumably from the hackberry, thudded off the back wall. During a lull in the wind Bobbi peeked out the back door. "There's a pine branch on the ground out here!"
"Uh, okay," I mumbled in still-sleepy response.
"There's not a pine tree for two houses in any direction."
She's right. That's some wind.
UPDATE: Tornado warnings a couple counties south of here. In January. Temp's dropped five degrees already. My leg is going to be hurtin' something fierce today.