He came, he dumped, he left. Phew. It wasn't a hurricane by any means, but boy, it sure was the worst weather I have ever seen in my entire life. I foolishly took a trip to Target in the middle of the day, and after having to drive through roads that were so full of water it almost buried my car's wheels, I thought, "I hope I make it home. What happens if my car starts to float?" Trees were down right outside our neighborhood, and our power was out most of the day. Those of you who were born and raised in places like Texas, Florida, and the Gulf Coast are surely laughing at me, but for this desert girl, it was somethin' else. Here is a picture of DH standing in the cul-de-sac, right in front of our driveway. Yes, the water is close to his knees. And here's a picture of my poor, poor garden. I doubt it will ever be the same: But we're all safe and sound, the power is back on, it's all good. Life is returning to normal. I will say, however, that we are all a little soggier for the experience.