Gratful

Violent weather is not as prevalent in winter, but still it's not uncommon. Every few years in Later November, or December when the wind out of the south hits your face, an uneasy feeling crawls up your skin. It's almost is if you sense a spider on your arm, before you feel or see it.

Experience has taught us here that you can never really let your guard down. Just when cold weather moves in you think you're out of danger for a few months, the wind direction changes and thunderstorms with hail and high winds will rake through your back yard and blow down your favorite apple tree. 

Christmas Eve, eve was was like that. Four people in neighboring Mississippi died in late season tornados. 

My niece who now works across the street from where I worked for 30 years didn't get off until after dark, which is when the rain began.

Her brother who lives in Mississippi, started toward Alabama at roughly the same time. 

I fretted and worried until they arrived safely at home.

Just before dark, I went outside to secure the chicken pen, I snapped this picture over the backyard fence.

The weather cleared late yesterday and was stunning today. For that I am grateful.

I hope you all have had a safe and blessed Christmas.