It was a bit gusty in our area Saturday night. A large, mostly dead maple was blown over and landed inches from the porch. Talk about a lucky break! We probably wouldn’t have done such a good job if we’ve cut it down ourselves.
The storm dropped tress all over our area, some fences were compromised. So, in addition to admiring mother natures handy work and counting our blessings, we got to admire a neighbor’s cow while she munched our grass just across the drive. There is something so soothing about the sound of a cow grazing.
I’ve decided we need cows.