I love the way a strong wind blows before the storm...

[Mister Obvious]

It comes and forces all the dead leaves and petals off the plants... then the rain comes and pounds them into the ground wherever they've landed.

The great recycling of nature...

Mother nature is a brilliant housekeeper...

One day she will come for us all.

[Mister Obvious]

*stares out window with a bag of popcorn*



We have been blessed.