One of the few nice things about our yard has always been the fact that we have mature trees, but sadly the trees are Box Elders that drop those delightful little green worms on webs when Jim doesn't spray them in time. Now we have had some other bad luck with these trees starting back when we were building our house. Jim was trying to cut down a tree that was leaning in a precarious way toward the house and managed to drop it through the roof that had just been put on that day. (Our builder was really nice about repairing it the next day.) We have had professionals come twice over the years to remove trees and limbs before they could fall down on the house and during heavy snowstorms and Farmington's famous winds we've lost others. Well, last night the wind was blowing really hard and at about 4:00 am Saturday morning I was awakened by a loud crack. Now Jim quite often sleeps through middle of the night things. For example--Sue: I can hear someone walking around in our house. Jim: Snore. (It turned out to be Stephanie who surprised us by coming home from Logan in the middle of the night without telling us she was coming.) Anyway, I digress. I asked Jim if he'd heard the noise and he said, "Huh?" So I said that I thought that a tree had fallen on the house. He got up and took the flashlight, looked out all of the windows, and saw the offending limb up by the kitchen window. Well, we tossed and turned for quite awhile and drifted off to sleep again at about 5:30. In fact, Jim was dreaming that Jeremy had come over with the Syracuse police department and they were cutting down all of our trees. That's when we awoke to the next loud crack. This limb had fallen on the house by the back door. So Jim was busy all morning clearing up the yard. I think he actually enjoys it when these things happen because he can play with man toys, aka THE CHAINSAW! I'm happy to say that there was no major damage, unless you count not getting enough sleep.
The view from our back door
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