This afternoon, Phil heard a crash. Lookng out side window, I saw this.
The tree across the street had finally fallen. It had been leaning at a 50 degree angle for about a month. The neighbors were all worried that it would fall on their home or car. Now they were starting to gather and take pictures.
It fell, and did not hurt anything or anyone! Quickly, two city workers came out, as it had blocked the road.
.They took one look at it,and made a phone call. Shortly there were ELEVEN workers!
Then came the big trucks. They cleaned up what was in the road, and the homeowner has to take care of what is in his yard.
I am so very thankful for how this happened. It could have gone very wrong!
Trees are poems that
earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.