Here in Central Texas we are used to our neighbors to the North getting pounded by bad weather. More typically our area's major concerns surround rain - either way too much or way too little. This forecast implied we might be in for a taste of what it means to live in the tip end of Tornado Alley for real. That got my attention.
All of this followed a day when I'd read a short article speculating why there were so few violent storm systems being generated in tornado alley for this year. It was only a few days later that the season kicked into gear, with tornadic activity in Granbury, Texas shortly followed by the massive twister that flattened much of Moore, Oklahoma.
I decided to take the warnings seriously and went out into our planting beds with an eye towards relocating items that might be damaged by large hail, and/or putting away items that could, in high wind situations, become damaging projectile missiles.
As I walked around I realized with a sinking sensation everything was at risk. Three Meyer lemon trees were heavy with fruit.
On this particular morning I decided it was time to slow down and take a closer look at all the beauty and bounty and rightness that was essentially sheltering in place right under my nose.