We don't have any trees in our yard, so I was surprised to walk onto the front porch this morning (fine, afternoon) and be greeted with this:
(Please excuse the sorry state of our lawn. We haven't had enough rain yet this year for it to be pretty and green.)
The branches are all over the lawn and the driveway. I think most of them probably came from my parents' trees, next door, but that's still a pretty long way to blow, since our yard is big. While I was wandering around surveying the destruction, I was delighted to see that this little beauty survived the night:
It was there yesterday, and I intended to take a picture of it then and forgot. When the storm came last night, I was disappointed to have missed my chance. I know they're just weeds, but I seriously love dandelions. I love the tiny yellow flowers and then when they seed, they're so delicate and beautiful. I wouldn't mind an entire yard full of them. The fact that this one survived the storm makes me feel hopeful that perhaps I'll be able to survive the drama that's going on in our world right now.
And yes, I know how cheesey that is, but it's my blog. Get over it.