Storm Freya Strikes!

Bit blowy about these parts today. Apparently, it’s another one of those unnecessarily-named storms that has tipped the miles-per-hour meter just enough to become meteorologically worthy of a moniker.

They’ve called it “Freya.”

I don’t know why they chose that name. I have wasted my lunch break looking the name up and it turns our Freya was a Norse goddess – possibly the most beautiful of them all – who owned an important necklace and was the designated Goddess of fertility.

So maybe the name does make sense for this storm – it’s basically f**king my garden up as we speak.

RC 4-3-19