Last night, we paid more heed to the weather forecast than we had since last year's hurricane season. After the horrendous devastation in Kansas, a prediction of possible tornadoes and the giving of an exact time by which the storm should reach our neighborhood got our attention.
We could see the edge of a weather front moving in to the west of us, as it did a few years ago when a small tornado followed the canal across the street from us and overturned a car at the main intersection neaby.
Back then, we were chatting with Zeta, who had dropped by, and we remarked on how windy it was getting. Yes, it was ... it stripped all the leaves from a tree across the street and left them in an oval green cloud on the grass.
We needed the rain we got last night. But something strange did happen. There is not a blossom left on the Hibiscus bushes.