Wild, wooley Thursday Night

A big storm blew through here last night. It only lasted about an hour, but it dumped buckets of rain on us. Poor Jackson, who's sick again, just couldn't sleep through all the thunder. I have no idea if Noah slept or not.

Here's the swamp, a.k.a. our backyard. We really need to put in some more french drains.
And the hail in our front yard.
When the storm first hit, I heard sirens. I thought they might be the tornado siren, but Brad was watching the news and said it wasn't a tornado type of storm.

Then, this morning, we found this:




Our driveway stretches to the back of the house where the garage is, and this is a little side porch we have. We never even heard it fall!The good news is the roof doesn't seem damaged. Apparently the tree hit the tree next to the house, breaking off a large branch. That seemed to have soften the fall, so it just ended up resting on the roof instead of crashing into it. Thank God!


Brad is outside with his chainsaw clearing it up right now. Crazy times indeed.