but this Japanese maple glistened in the sunshine.
The onions took a hit.
The peas have grown since I last checked on them
and the cat approved.
In the lower beds I found pumpkins sprouting in my morel habitat
and steam rising (tho I'm not sure you can see it here).
The untamed yard breathed green.
This poor ceanothus got so heavy with water droplets it fell in the path.
I headed out of our yard to see what had happened outside our gate. More steam was rising in the warm sun, off my neighbor's car port.
The neighborhood stood shiny and fresh
but told the tale of last night.
It was a scary night, and some of the results are not pretty but others are: