Friday morning, before heading to the playground for a playdate, I took this picture of the tree in our backyard...
I love that tree. I love the gorgeous pink flowers. I love the shape of the tree. I sit at my kitchen table at least 3 times a day and look at at that tree, admiring it.
We have another gorgeous tree in our front yard, with darker pink blooms. I should have taken a picture of that tree Friday morning, because late afternoon Friday, the tree looked like this...
(Oh, I wish I had a picture of me in the middle of the storm, running through our neighbor's yard with the recycle bin, collecting the plastic which was dispersed all over the place. Sopping wet and squealing like a drowned cat)
As soon as the storm ended, we put on Dylan's rainboots, which he had hardly worn up to that point, and went out to investigate. Then, we walked down the road, in search of the renegade garbage can lid, which had been blown 2 houses over. .
Jim got home at that point. When I called earlier and told him our tree had blown down and was blocking half the road, he had underestimated the size of said tree. He reacted somewhat calmly at first, but as the evening progressed, went into full on OVERREACTIVE mode. I believe at one point I asked "Is it possible for you to stop saying the word #!*K?" (He was worried someone would wreck into the tree and we would be responsible). We couldn't figure out who to call. Were we responsible for removing the tree? If not, who was? We called many numbers and everyone was out of the office by then.
It wasn't until the next morning, that we stumbled onto the right number. We were lucky. If it had blown INTO our yard, it would have been our responsibility. Since it blew into the road, three guys came out in no time and brought a really fun machine to take care of it. As they would put each piece of the tree into the chipper, I would assume a really deep, crazy voice, saying "Oh, I love to eat trees! Gimme that tree! Ummm, Ummm, Ummm (munching noises)". Dylan would dissolve in fits of laughter each time. The whole thing was very exciting... for him. He said it was his "best thing" of the day! Really, he was the only one handling the whole thing with ease, saying "It's okay! We have another tree in the back yard!"