Here- as is so often the case- we got off fairly lightly. It was cold, it was blowy, there was sleet. The oaks let go of a lot of the leaves they've been clinging onto.
But this morning I got up from the breakfast table and a shadow danced ahead of me- cast by the sun as it came squinting through an eastern window. The sky is cloudless. Some time later I need to wrap up and go see if the trees in the field have sustained any damage.