Speaking of Obliterated...

So forget my whiney previous post. Oh woe is me, my garden got demolished. I was sad because of all the planning and energy that went into planting that garden. Doug built the boxes and we got all the great soil the book calls for. I was excited with thoughts of a bountiful harvest come late summer. But to put things into perspective,...

my sister called to tell me a tornado went up her street in Virginia and that two poplar trees rammed into her home. Through the baby's closet upstairs and decimated the kitchen below. She said the contents of her kitchen are now in the dining room and even in her neighbor's yard across the street. She called to tell me this the day after she left my house to spend a few days in Salt Lake before heading back home. Her husband was in Florida. Only the dog was home. Other than emotional damage, i think he'll be OK.

I am so glad nobody was home. And they would have been home because it happened at the time her daughter would have been napping. Her neighbor went and got her dog and took him home with her and my parents went and took pictures of the damage and i guess went through picking up the pieces they could. As of right now, my sister is taking it pretty well.

On the bright side, she'll be getting a new kitchen!