This past Monday’s thunderstorms were crazy. Thankfully, I made it to my chiropractor’s appointment and finished my grocery shopping before the bad weather hit. I decided to do some yard work once I got home because I barely put a dent in what I wanted to do this past Sunday. For the most part, it was sunny outside. I set about trimming some boxwood shrubs at the back of the house, shaping them up nicely, along with a holly bush I wish I could just get rid of.
At one point, I took cover in the basement because it had started to rain. I figured that was all I’d get done for the day, but as I was putting stuff away, I noticed I didn’t hear it raining. Not even 5 minutes after it had started, I opened the basement door to see the sun shining again – an no rain. So I continued working on the holly bush.
I had just finished trimming everything off the holly bush when it got really dark, so I figured it was a good stopping place. I scooped up all the trimming into a small-sized garbage can specifically for that purpose and headed to the edge of the property to dump the stuff. I walked as fast as I could without tipping over the garbage can trailing behind me because I could hear the storm approaching. I don’t know if it was high gusts of wind I was hearing or the sound of pouring rain, but it was the loudest I’d ever heard. Just as I was dumping the trimmings, it started raining. Big, fat drops of rain. I picked up the garbage can and ran back to the house. Before I was able to close up the basement and garage and get back inside, the wind was insane, blowing pieces of debris around me.
For the next 30 minutes, Alex and I watched our pine trees sway back and forth and the cypress trees bend at angles I didn’t think were possible. The garbage can I’d been using was blown across our yard, almost into our neighbors field. I hadn’t put the lid back on, and that wound up on the edge of our neighbor’s yard across the street. Our patio table almost got blown off the deck, but fortunately, it got wedged in one of the corners and got stuck. Within an hour, things had calmed down again.
I decided to get Mexican food for dinner because the power was out. On my way out of the driveway, I realized I’d lost half of my rose of Sharon tree. It just so happens our Jeep was parked in that part of the driveway, so I imagine it scraped it a little (since Alex didn’t park the Jeep back in front of the garage the day before…).
Thankfully, that’s the only tree we lost. I just know one day we’re going to lose one of these huge pine trees, and I pray it doesn’t fall in the direction of our house. Thankfully, our power was only out an hour and a half. I know some people, including my mom, who still don’t have power today (2 days later).