Storm Away

On Monday, we had a fierce storm fueled by the remnants of Typhoon Merla from East Asia. My red dahlia flower pot had just begun to rebloom with two visible buds. Two months ago, I was ready to throw away my dahlia pot because it looked like it was not going to rebloom but when new leaves started to grow, I was optimistic that a second bloom was on the way, and surely enough, a few weeks ago, I saw two flower buds. I was so excited because I'm such a horrible gardner. Instead of having a green thumb, I have the touch of death. My family always joked that if we could hear the plants' thoughts, we would hear them scream "no, please don't pick me!" whenever they see me in the nursery. I've failed so many times as a gardener that the rebloom of my dahlias was such an accomplishment for me. On Saturday, the dahlia bud was in mid-bloom. On Sunday, it was in full bloom. I was so happpy and proud of myself.

I was not aware a storm was coming...

I woke up at 2 a.m. Tuesday to the sound of rain and wind pounding on my window. When I got up at 6 a.m. to make breakfast, it was still dark outside but I could hear the rain and wind whipping around. The electric cable outside were swinging like double dutch. The wind was so strong, it blew a big rig over. When it was bright enough outside, I looked out my bedroom window to check on my garden. The dahlia flower was gone. The storm had killed it. Have I had known that a big storm was coming, I would have brought my dahlia pot inside. The other flowers in my garden bed was fine. So lesson learned for me: always watch the weather forecast!