After having a monstrous tree split and shake the earth outside our front window, you'd think I'd have enough sense to stay clear of tall trees with creaking limbs ladened with ice. Uh...nope. This morning I had to go out and take some more pictures of our once-in-a-lifetime (I hope), ice-storm aftermath. My husband and grandson followed me across the street as I backed up to get a more panoramic view of the treespan. While I was snapping photos, a neighbor I'd never met came up to snap some of her own.
I walked down the street to check out her house and that area of the neighborhood. As I walked, I snapped photos of various icings. I saw one tree where all kinds of limbs had already dropped from a gigantic tree. I looked up at it and could hear it cracking and creaking in the light breeze. It was filled with mistletoe. It occurred to me as I walked on, how absolutely nutty it was of me to stand beneath those limbs and stare up at the mistletoe. I thanked God as I scooted on; its creaking sound was behind me. My husband and grandson followed after me. Just as they passed out from under it, a 10-foot frozen limb came crashing down on the very tracks we'd all three left in the light snow. God really does take care of the simple and foolish. Doesn't He? Gratitude doesn't begin to describe the feeling in my heart.
Below are some more photos of our tree and the damage on our neighbor's house and line.
The photo above shows my house in the center of the split. One half the tree went on my house, across our drive and rested lightly on our neighbor's 8-ft. fence. (I'm so grateful it didn't do any damage.)
This is the view looking at the tree from East to West on our street. You can barely see my neighbor's house or mine for all the limbs. This just boggles my mind. No one was hurt. I'm so giddy about that I could shout for joy!
