1 Last night our neighborhood got a flash flood. But that's okay. What really gets us here is what Wilma and friends do to the NOLA evacuees. Good Lord! We took in a number of them, sometimes as their thrid or fourth relocation. And once again, they got displaced. We understand this so well that it hits us like a punch in the gut. Ditto for the animals. Broward County went for an exceptionally high number of NOLA rescue dogs and cats et al. While they've already found good homes for hundreds of them, for Wilma they had to send out a big bunch up to...Tennessee, I think it was? So me, I go blithely on with my plant rescues, and with my high tolerance for stuff like little floods. Really, I'm having such a riot here. Just wait until you see my stack of plumeria pieces. I'm not quite sure why the Plant Rescue Department activities hit our funnybones so hard. But they do, from perfect stangers to the neighbors who already know me. We hang around looking at it and giggle and giggle. Must be a hurricane thang.