This past weekend was so quiet and relaxing for Leah and I. No worries and no stress for two days straight was fantastic. That was until last night at 12:30pm or so when a huge bang/thud sort of woke me. My theory is that I woke and remember the last 1/100th of the noise. I would have blown it off except that Leah jumped up and siaid “what was that?” So we get up and check out the back patio to see if some animal was trying to steal from our recycling. Nope. Our bikes were still there. Weird. Looking out the back window nothing looked out of place.
We start heading back to bed and thats when we got a frantic knock on the front door – its Harold our neighbor and he looks scared out of his mind. He asked if we were alright. “Sure…what’s going on? Was there a bang or something?” Harold’s relply was awesome “Um…yeah. Big limb broke off our oak tree and fell in your back yard.” Leah, Harold and I walk out back and we are greeted with an entire back yard FILLED with leaves and branches. Six inches from the bottom of our porch steps… branches. Barely enough room to get off the porch and you are face first in what used to be the limb of a really majestic oak tree.
This morning when we woke up we were simply shocked that nearly ever square inch of our back yard is filled with fallen tree. The amount of green before your eyes almost hurts. But somehow, by the grace of God, neither Harold’s or our home were touched. There might be some minor scrapes on the back of the house by our bedroom, but thats it. We are lucky…er…blessed.
Wow! How fortunate it landed in your yard!
That reminds me of the time a whole tree came down in our back yard on High St. when Craig & I were at a conference in Florida. Chase, who stayed home, called us with the news. The only damage was to a gutter on our garage. We were lucky too!