While all this was happening outside, I was in my bedroom, crocheting of course, resting on my bed next to Lily, the cat. The wind really started to pick up and branches and debris started tapping and scratching on my window. The sounds stated to get stronger. (This is when I realized that Lily is a little smarter than I am. She took off to avoid any windows). I hear a crash. I know a tree has fallen but all I can see in the dark is the wisteria bush. I thought that the branch must not have been too big, and forget all about it. Soon after I am lulled by the rain on the roof and am no longer able to stay awake.
Well, it turns out that what I saw was not just the wisteria bush, but a tree that had fallen on top of the bush.