one part of the carob tree hanging over the 'cave'

…was one of the dramatic results of a truly terrifying night of hurricane strength winds that loudly pounded the hilltop last night – so loud that I didn’t hear the beloved massive carob tree crash down in two directions (towards the neighbors where a few other trees and my redwood fence fortunately braced it from crashing into their bedroom  – and on to the lower level of my house, fortunately braced from crashing through the roof by a perimeter concrete wall), but when I finally awoke at 6am from two hours of fitful sleep in the slightly muffled retreat of the downstairs bathroom, I discovered a totally new world in the garden, where the largest presence on the land was gone – replaced by the view to Glendale, Burbank, and beyond.