It was a dark and stormy night..... really! A shot rang out sorry, getting carried away. But it was a dark and stormy night here in the desert of southern California. DH and I were tucked up snugly in our little condo in the heart of the small, gated community we call home here. There was some activity in the green belt outside and we looked out. Our neighbors were in the middle of digging a hole to plant a small lime tree. Now there's an HOA here, with all the annoying rules. You're not really supposed to dig up the lawn and plant stuff, but the President is the neighbor whose husband was digging the hole, she's a master gardener, and so there are liberties taken occasionally. We laughed about their little plan to add a tree to the community, and went back to what we were doing; listening to the wind howl and watching tv. And I was, of course, knitting. A while later, I heard the sound of water gurgling. We have a sm...