New View From The Front Yard
I thought Tuesday's late night storm (which found us at the tail end of a 300 mile trip in 100+ degree weather in a 20-year-old pickup that was, shall we say, not having a good day) was bad. But it was nothing compared to last night's.
There are now even more things on the ground that shouldn't be—like this tree, the top of the chimney, much of the garden, and, unfortunately, Lindy The Chicken. The coop door was blown open in the night, and although Whitey is thankfully back where she should be, Lindy ran under the house--which is where the dogs hang out. I haven't given up on her yet. All of the other critters are safe, as are we.
Thanks for all of your recent kind words and comments. And welcome new visitors! (The place isn't usually such a mess.) Between damage control and my iffy dial-up connection, I don't think I'll be online much during the next few days. Did I mention the greenhouse blew apart?
I just keep reminding myself the same thing over and over: It could have been a lot worse. There are always so many reasons to be grateful.
A year of Daily Photos ago:
Take One Rainshower, Add A Scoop Of Sunshine. . .