Wind tossed

This morning when I woke up, the garden was a scene of devastation. The patio table umbrella had been lifted out of the base and tossed across the garden like a matchstick and two of the obelisks had been blown to the ground. One obelisk was resting on the giant fennel plant but this one was lying like a dead thing, among the mud and other detritus beside the path. Fortunately it didn't land on the path, else it may have suffered the greater indignity of breaking as well.