Last night it was drizzling and I was outside finishing up some planting and suddenly heard a rushing sound
coming from the backyard and I ran back just in time to see a 150 year old tree split in half and fall to the ground.
Luckily, no one had been around and the only casualty was someone's dilapidated old shed. This massive tree must have
just given up after all these years, the light rain was too much or perhaps it had outgrown the creek bed below.
Before:
It has been raining quite a bit the last few days, so maybe the water got high enough and it eroded the last of the tree's
hold on the earth below. Being me, I can't help but find it a bit poetic, water being both a giver and taker of life in this situation.
So that is what I thought about while finishing up my planting and then returned inside to my boys and made a
favorite quick meal - sheet pan pierogies and sausage - perfect for rainy days and contemplating life's duplicities (there was beer too).
After:
