However, when I was at Oprah on Monday (or probably waiting in line for Oprah), this happened:
I caught a glimpse of Cam's trucks under the debris and once again thanked every deity I could name, and made up a few more for good measure.
Our umbrella was a little smushed...
Now my yard looks like this:
It is a completely different place. I feel like I am in a subdivision. My poor shade-loving hostas and astilbe are shrivelling in the sun. But see that little guy in the plaid shirt? As long as he is in the picture, it is a beautiful, perfect view.