Once, my south garden looked something like this:
In the space of one evening (last Sunday, to be precise), it suddenly looked like this:
Nothing like feeling all naked and exposed during imminent peril. There I am, in the dark, fumbling for a shirt and my phone to call 911. My lazy weekend ended with...well...a bang.
With any luck, it'll have caused enough mayhem and destruction that the insurance will help out with a new roof. I'm glad it wasn't worse, but really, the whole series of unfortunate events has given me a bunch more gray hairs.
So now, my south garden looks more like this:
Now, about that roof...