Another broken tree. Front yard this time. Really, it's just getting to be hilarious. And ridiculous.
Only this time there was no storm. By storm I mean the last time we had a tree split (just a mere thirteen months ago) there was an eight minute thunderstorm that wrecked havoc on our little old unassuming tree in the backyard. It was difficult. And sad. Several of us needed counseling. We love our trees. Love them as if they are our very own pets. Not really, but you get my drift.
But we do in fact enjoy they're beauty and shade and hope to keep them intact for as long as we own the home.
Last time this happened it was the hurricane type winds that knocked over the sweet little ol' thing.
This time... there really was no visible reason why it should have fallen over except for the fact that the Bradford Pear tree is one of the weakest trees on planet earth. If not the weakest. And of course we have never topped or thinned the trees. I think we need to do that. Like Pronto.
Luckily it did not break a window. And as you can see those tree limbs headed strait for the house to try and do so.
Then of course Mo headed strait for the tree limb to swing like a monkey. It's how he likes to do things.
And then two guys pulled up in a minivan and offer to dismantle the limb's and haul the thing off for next to nothing. It was deal we could not pass up. Although the fact that they were driving a mini van left me a bit perplexed. Not sure why. It just did.
It's all over and done with now. We made it through. We survived.
And really that's all you can ask for. Right?
I thought so.
Over and out.