Tree

It’s always lovely to be interrupted from one’s afternoon net-browsing by the sounds of tornadic wind and the cracking of tree-trunks.

Once the wind had died down, I went outside to find one of my ancient oaks broken off a few feet up its trunk, sprawled across a good portion of my back yard. It’s a good thing that shed was there to break the fall.

A week later, and I’ve got insurance checks in hand, and am waiting for the Scary Tree Cutting Guy™ and the Confederate Rebel Contractor Guy™ to show up and start removing tree and shed bits.