It wasn’t THAT windy…

We were minding our own business, eating a lunch of tuna salad sandwiches and enjoying the breeze on our almost finished patio. Suddenly, we heard a noise, like a cracking or a falling.
“I hope that wasn’t the beehive,” said I.
“More likely it was the tent,” said he.
“You’re both wrong,” said Meg, returning from a scouting mission. “It’s a tree.”

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“At first, I thought it was a bush,” she said. “But I didn’t remember having a bush there.”

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“Half of the tree came down.”
“And you can see the heartwood!” Penelope added.
“It’s rotten,” I said. “No wonder it fell.”
“There was a crack,” Jon added sagely, “and the water has been slowly seeping in.”

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We’re all in shock, as you can see, but grateful that no one was playing nearby.
And that the chickens in their crate were on the other side.

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It was a Bradford pear, enormous, and well known for instability.
In a place like ours, which receives so much interesting weather, it’s a wonder it has stood this long.
Its neighbor was once struck by lightening.

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It barely missed squashing this tomato. It’s our first one.
@brandibruner and her Mittleider Method have nothing on us.

2 thoughts on “It wasn’t THAT windy…

  1. Charity says:

    Oh, those Bradford pears. An example of humans “improving” things with unintended consequences. Our old neighborhood was completely lined with them and over a thirty year period, so many limbs came down. But I miss their white (if smelly) glory in the spring.

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