Tonight we got hit by a pretty large storm in the area. They said the winds reached 50-60 miles per hour. I was at a friend's house when it hit and we were wondering about the trees as they were twisting in the wind. We even lost power and were forced to drink wine by candle light. I was secretly (ok... not so secretly) hoping the storm would take out my BRADFORD PEAR trees near my driveway. They smell so bad and always keep my driveway looking dirty.
Alas, it knocked the neighbors' tree pear onto our house instead. No harm done of course, to anything but their tree. So close., but some people have all the luck. The neighborhood was littered. My favorite thing. The suburban men rushing out with chain saws to clean the mess. Whoo Hooo. Power Tools!!!! Testosterone filled the air. I swear within one hour of the storm, there was a neatly cut pile of branches in front every house in the hood. One of my friends was laughing that his next door neighbor was actually out with the chainsaw and cutting before the leaves had settled on the ground.
It is easy to laugh because there was no real damage, and our guys got to play with their toys. You have to have your fun where you find it.
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