After the Storm.

Last night, around dinnertime, we had a terrific storm blow through. I was outside watering the roses, talking to a friend on my cell phone. My phone died while I was talking, so I sat in the Jeep with my phone plugged into the charger to finish our conversation. While I was there, the wind and rain started.

We have three huge oak trees in our front yard. No one doubts that these trees predate the Civil War, so they have probably been a part of this property since the beginning. The center tree now has no top.



The wind was frightening. Straight-line winds coming from the northwest, rocking the Jeep, and damaging our trees. I saw it all happen.





Steve and a couple of friends are going to get out later this morning, and cut up and remove the debris. I will call a tree company later, to have them tidy up the torn parts of the tree itself.

All the roses (the ones in the garden and the potted ones for sale) are fine. The tree was our only damage.