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It's Still Here, In All It's Glory

I'm thinking that this ginormous one could go down next. As long as it falls away from the house, it's gravy.

The base of the tree was fascinating to the children. You'll see why later. It was an amazing site, looking at this huge tree, totally upended, yet it was so sad too. That tree is gone for good and while I am not a tree hugger, it was a good tree. It never done us wrong.

Well, it never did until it squished my FIL's trailer. That was a big no no on the tree's part. Not like we can punish it though. Good game plan tree, good game plan.


Sarah O said…
Thank God it did not fall on the house! My neighborhood is flooded, and the people across the street from me had 15" of water in their back yard, and fish! We are 1.5 blocks from the stream! Crazy weather, I tell you!! I 94 is shut down at Johnson Creek, and a long stretch of I 90 is closed, too! Momma Nature is sure mad at someone in the midwest!

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