Art arrived home this morning from a week-long motorcycle trip up to New England.  This tree in our driveway is what he found when got home.  I was still asleep and didn't have a clue.


I knew it was horribly windy during a thunder storm last night, but that's all I knew.

This is another tree that fell beside the barn.  Actually a third of the tree fell and the other two thirds are still standing.  But they're not looking good.  Neither is Art's pick up, the joy of his life (next to his Harley) that has 200,000 miles on it, is rusting out and runs like a champ.

Edited to add:  Art's pick up isn't looking good because it just doesn't look good, not because the tree fell on it.  I realized what I wrote above sounded like it got squished, when it didn't.  Art is happy.


The other two thirds need to come down before they fall on the barn.

Thank goodness for tree people....tree surgeons?   tree cutters?  tree whatever!  They'll be coming next week.
And we'll have plenty of fire wood next winter!

In the meantime, we cut up and moved the tree in the driveway.  It took us four hours.  And you can't even tell it ever happened!

Wishing you all a fabulous Memorial Day Weekend with no trees falling in your driveways, on your barns, your pick-ups or anywhere else!