Storm damage

Storm damage behind my parents. My Dad's sanctuary is that building in the background.

The apartments are very close and they are lucky the tree did not come into their bedroom.

My Dad's new bridge to his sanctuary of clutter that he never throws away ...courtesy of an old ladder and some old 2x4's he was probably saving for just such an emergency.

For those of you who don't know my Dad, he is a master gardener kind of guy. He has always grown our food and raises all kinds of flowers and plants. A true green thumb. I, of course, inherited none of this green thumb business nor the interest in doing it.

He particularly likes flowers of all kinds and they flourish under his care. He has this new one called "Confederate Rose". It starts out white in the morning and then by afternoon starts turning pink/red, then by evening it is red (represent blood of course). I have never seen anything like it. I am not sure if it is a true rose, but here is the best post-storm picture that I could get to show the colors.