You Know There's a Tornado Warning Right?

That's what I asked Lindsay and, bless her heart, she still decided to meet me after work to go walking through Cornell's Botanical Garden, a part of Cornell Plantations.
It was 80 degrees with high winds and blue skies and a tornado warning. We pulled into our parking spot at Cornell, unloaded, began setting up the stroller, and the sky darkened. One drop. Two drops. A million drops. Hail. We all raced to throw everything back in the van and then rode out the sudden onset of a storm inside. We hoped this was a small passing bit. I checked the weather map and it seemed like it would end in just a minute. Maybe two. And in three it was over.
The skies were blue and sunny with not a sign of further storming or tornadoes.
Lindsay and I love the Cornell campus. It is of singular beauty and Lindsay had really wanted to go see the gardens. I'm glad she did. It was beautiful and I was more than happy to spend it with family. There was a giant flower the size of my hand (and it's not like I have dwarfish hands or anything). Something called the Masterwort which just made me laugh, and two peppers that sounded like amazing dares.
I had a good time.