Not only are the daffodils up and blooming, finally, and not only are all the animals boning, but we have the true harbinger of spring.
The tornadoes* are spiraling.
The biggest outbreak was last night. After a week of threats about the impending bomb cyclone, the news got to report on the actual outbreak.
At one point we were both in the basement with four devices open, two different stations, and the National Weather Service for the unvarnished facts. To be fair, the facts were that there were two simultaneous tornadoes* and we were sandwiched between the two danger zones.
We came out fine. Just a few limbs down. The Arch is fine too, though one tornado danced around it.
* Plural of tornado? I had to look this up. One tornado, two tornadoes, three tornadoes, four.
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