All was well. We were basking in the glow of a week well spent on a beautiful vacation. We had cruised from Vancouver (the other B.C.), Canada, to San Diego.
I was pulling dirty laundry from my suitcase when there was a knock on our front door. Our neighbor, a wonderful person, said she hadn’t wanted to email us during our trip for fear of spoiling it, but here was the news. A huge branch from our backyard mesquite tree had blown into her backyard during the monsoon-like storm a week before. It couldn’t be seen from our backyard so we walked around and saw a downed branch big enough to cover a small cottage. Yikes!