Stormy Gratitude

So I'm sitting here with my teeth in my mouth, watching the weather change by the minute. Large gusts mixed with sunny calm keep passing through. Like most of the midwest, we're under a tornado watch until the next snow.

I hear this "crack, scrape, boom..." after the latest gust and figure it's my planters jumping into the lap of our quaint porch swing. Walking outside, I find that my neighbor's maple has lost a gargantia limb and dropped it on the hood of their truck and across the width of our street.

I'm very thankful not to have been running, driving or otherwise on the street. No one was hurt. I'm quite thankful that it wasn't a more southern limb that would've hit one (or both) of our houses. I like skylights and all, but it's not in the cards for this weekend.

As my neighbor arrives to assess the damage, he's thankful it wasn't the yellow Corvette.

:) It's the little things, isn't it?

What went just far enough in the right direction to make your day better?