It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep, so was sitting in my recliner reading when out of nowhere the wind began to howl. It was as if someone flipped the switch on a huge fan.
I kept waiting for warning sirens to begin blaring, or the phone to come to live with weather warnings, but there was nothing.
I put on the porch light and peeked outside just in time to see the cat tunnel and tent go flying into my garden.
Then there was a snapping noise and I braced myself for whatever tree broke off to come crashing through the roof, but there was nothing after that. So I did what anyone in an RV would do. I went back to bed, ready to be transported to the Land of Oz.
You can see the top of the tree in the back of the photo. Thankfully it didn't come down on anything or anyone.
Long Live the Windy Queen