Our weekend time is at such a premium these days, we generally lay plans based on carefully weighed priorities. Sometimes it works. Sometimes life takes over and all the best laid plans go out the window. This weekend was the later.
Opening the shutters Saturday morning I was dismayed to see the previous night’s windstorm had downed a sizable portion of the grand red plum which shelters our backyard. A section of the trunk lay atop our fence and obscured part of the neighbor’s roof. A massive tangle of branches, cracked limbs, and a gaping wound completed the havoc.
At first glance, we thought we were in for drawn-out headaches, requisite repair, and prolonged cleanup. Though I typically stand firmly in the Eeyore camp, I must admit this time luck/fortune/insert-allegory-here smiled on us. All of the potential for real harm and devastation fell neatly into the 4 foot gap between … Continue reading