I woke up to lightening and thunder last night. I usually try to ignore the late-night storms, pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. But this one got my attention. I could hear the wind rattling the windows. And then I heard another big gust of wind, and my bed shook. Seriously. So I figured that was a sign that I should head for the basement.
The tornado sirens weren't blaring, which was a good sign. But, boy, was the wind blowing. I tried to turn on the TV to see the weather report, but then the power briefly went out. After the wind died down and I felt safe the worst was over, I went back up to bed. The clock read 2:45 a.m. Ugh!
I woke up at 8:30 a.m. and took a camera on my Sunday morning run. I was disappointed to see my garden flattened to the ground. A few of the glads were snapped off.
My favorite coneflower and a pepper plant were horizontal.
But then when I checked out the rest of the neighborhood. I realized how lucky we were not to have any branches -- or tree limbs -- in our yard.
Trees were snapped in half. One of my neighbors was hosing off big blobs of mud stuck to the siding of her house. I saw trees on top of houses and on top of vans. And, creepily, I had to avoid stepping on a few dead birds that must have got shaken from the trees. Yikes.
Yep, that tree fell on top of a house. Like I said, we were lucky. Now the sun is out, and there is absolutely no breeze outside. It's amazing how peaceful nature is after a storm.