But I Get Up Again

Yesterday afternoon I was out on the terrace and I noticed we hadn’t completely reattached the corner yucca (one of our three large yuccas) to the wall since repositioning it a bit during the summer. I thought, “We’d better take care of that before the cyclonic winds return.”

Oops. I awoke during the night to the sound of a crash outside followed by the tumbling of stones. The cyclonic winds had returned and it sounded to me like the yucca had gone down again. I peaked through the bedroom window and, sure enough, it was not where it was supposed to be.

IT GETS KNOCKED DOWN…
MOOSE WANTS A CLOSER LOOK…
IT GETS UP AGAIN.
DUDO INSPECTS FROM A SAFE PERCH.
THE WIND IS NEVER GONNA KEEP IT DOWN… 



I headed to the living room, planning to go out through the slider to retrieve the yucca and move it to a protected spot until morning. But it was pouring. I began to open the door, but it was being buffeted so hard by the winds that it was actually difficult to slide it and the gust that blew into the living room would have blown the hair off my head… if I had any. So, I decided to wait until the calm of morning and I went back to bed. San Geraldo slept through it all.

This morning’s sounds of the surf…

The yucca is alive and well … and vertical again. We’ll rewire it later today. It’s amazing what that plant can survive.

With gratitude to our yucca for today’s inspiration…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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