It’s also called heavenly bamboo ,but it’s not a bamboo.It’s considered good luck to plant one by the doorway.They have red berries in the fall and usually keep their leaves all winter.
I hope the black bamboo survived.It was just getting old enough for the canes to turn black.
The camellias did better than I expected, only the young leaves got bitten back.
No hurricanes here ,but a few years back there was a tornado a mile or so away.
There was a crazy lightning storm that night to the north and I was watching it on the back porch.One of the most intense electrical storms I’ve ever seen.The frogs and insects were making their usual sounds and then it just got eerily quiet and still.They all stopped at once, like a switch was flipped off.Then I heard the tornado and carried my bottle of wine and pipe inside and prepared to go airborne.My Catahoula dog went outside to bark at the tornado.Crazy dog.Luckily it passed me by.It blew away part of the Buddhist temple, a few old barns ( one beautiful part rock one), damaged homes , took out the post office and part of a church.No one was hurt thankfully.Phone and electricity was out for days.
People think tornados don’t hit hilly terrain and they are safe in a valley.
Wrong.They go wherever they want.
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I am the dust that dances in the light. - Rumi