I'm sitting looking out the window watching the wind bend the cypress in half. A few birds are trying to fly, but they are being whipped around and cannot control their direction. Pots are crashing and hanging baskets are swinging and thumping against the house. A howler of a wind.
Mrs. Hummer continues stoic on her nest, which is, at least, on the most protected side of the house.
Garden work is cancelled for the day.
The first flower on Magnolia stellata opened Friday. I bought the little tree/shrub late last spring at 70% off--one of those moments where the plant clearly howls for help, and you answer in spite of yourself. M. stellata is not common around here. The flower is probably torn off by the wind by now, but Friday as it opened and I photographed it, the sweet Magnolia perfume brushed my nostrils in what was surely a "thank you" for saving it from the landfill.