As Iowans, we’re certainly no strangers to wicked weather…especially during those precarious weeks in March as the seasons collide. Remember what happened last year less than a week after the first official day of Spring? We were taking shelter in Grandma Cindy’s bathtub with three blissfully unaware crawlers when we heard the tornado sirens warning us of the oncoming onslaught.
I feel like a broken record when it comes to reporting the low-down on our wacky weather, but it’s happened once again…only this time almost a little too close for comfort. There was no alert; no sirens sounding in the distance…just Missy and three toddlers played blissfully unaware downstairs as another line of spring storms rolled through yesterday. She didn’t realize the extent of the damage until I showed up later in the evening reporting what I saw just a mere 1/2-mile down the street from the farm:
It’s hard to tell, but just two days ago there was a maintenance shed there…just completely wrecked in the storm.
Apparently a microburst was the culprit for all the havoc, packing 70+ mph winds as it ripped across southwest Des Moines. I can’t even begin to imagine what would have happened if this occurred just 800 meters west where Missy & the girls were playing…Steve was working…and our new house is currently in the final stages of completion.
Fortunately, nobody was injured in the tempest…and the crazy thing is that save for a few branches…the farm was more-less unaffected. The same can’t be said for the golf course, and properties lining old 63rd Street 😦