When Harold and Louise chain-sawed their way from our gate to the house after Hurricane Ivan so we could drive all the way in when we returned from Scotland, they walked all around, assessing the damage.
One thing they found was a Christmas cactus plant. It had been hanging, forgotten, within the shelter of a big oak’s branches. The top of that oak was blown out, turned into a projectile that took out a nearby pine. Harold and Louise found the cactus some 200 yards away, tumbled, broken and out of its container.
They returned the plant to its pot, pressed it together as well as they could, and hung it back on a remaining branch of the oak.
The cactus bloomed nicely, but unspectacularly, last year. Look at it now.
We who live in the path of hurricanes are the lucky ones, I think. Earthquakes and tsunamis provide little warning.