1/2 Ruined Garden

The sky was darkly overcast, the wind was high and angry. Along the horizon, hung a storm-cloud blacker than me. Overhead the clouds were driven at every direction, and the nature seemed bestirring herself for some wild work. At length the heavy raindrops began to fall, one by one.

~ Flooding lawn ~

We had a minor storm yesterday. Not exactly the storm which had the capability to blow off your roof or even blown me across the Atlantic Ocean, but it did manage to collapse Mr. Grandpa's beloved flower pots.

~ Flower pots collapsed ~

~ Shattered pot ~

Mr. Naked Brother's bicycle also suffered the ill-fate of being crashed down below the plants. Poor him.

While all these were taking place, Pacco de Mongrel was snoozing in the living hall, dreaming that she was chasing bunnies at the ever spreading lawn, oblivious of what had just happened.