A large crash and our whole building seemed to shake.
I’ve woken up to earthquakes before, but this was definitely something else entirely.
A loud knock at our front door and we were told by a neighbor that someone had backed into a telephone pole right outside our back gate and we now had a downed power line in our backyard.
There’s a PG&E magnet on my parents’ fridge that says to “treat all downed power lines as live” and that’s stuck with me for some reason, so I just peeked out the back door and snapped a few shots.
Later in the day, they went back there and fixed things up, but I must have napped through the excitement. 🙂
By the way, in the above shots you can see the beginnings of what now is a thriving little patch of garden!
Scott’s poor, rescued tomato plant is just beginning to take off in the picture (kind of in the middle of the dirt strip) and is now covered with dozens of green tomatoes-in-the-making. You can also see a bit of our basil in the second picture, near the trellis and it’s now doing quite well. (This post is a bit over-due, mkay?)
Notice that the beautiful flowering plant growing on the trellis is doing very well. Scott and I have never once lifted a finger to help it along. No watering, nothing. Heck, we don’t even know what kind of plant it is! But it’s definitely beautiful. 🙂
The remnants of the previous day’s weeding job are there as well. Scott has diligently tried to give his tomato plant a fighting chance and it’s really paid off. I’ll have to post some decent (and current) garden pics soon.