So yesterday was basically a normal Sunday.
I hung out with my husband. We helped out at the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation wrapping station. We drank coffee. We talked about normal stuff, like a trip we’re planning…and how we need to get a car to replace my van (which seems to enjoy the repair shop more than our driveway)…
Then we drove home. It was icy and rainy, but when we got home our porch view still looked a little something like this:
Picture brown grass and ice tipped branches
Fast forward to 11 at night. I walked to the front door to lock up and I heard a very loud WHOOSH sound. My first thought was that it sounded like someone jumping from our roof carrying something heavy.
Santa going for a trial run??
Actually I didn’t think of the Santa thing until much later. Paratroopers came to mind.
Yeah, I was thinking of a Red Dawn sort of invasion. (Have I told you I’m a writer?)
So I flicked off the lights and peered out the front window (because that’s me in stealth guerrilla warfare mode, apparently).
No Russian or North Korean paratroopers were landing on our front lawn. Whew.
Except it wasn’t really a “Whew” kind of sight.
If a tree falls in your front yard does it make a sound? (Yes–whoosh!)
Anyway the view from our front porch looks like this:
Very large old tree (possibly of the Dominoes variety)
Now we’re in the market for three cars.
And INCREDIBLY thankful no one was hurt.
Mother Nature has a sense of humor.
How’s Mother Nature treating your neck of the woods?
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