For Throwback Thursday I’m pulling up a picture story from way back and looking forward to catching up with all of you later today!
This was her property for 300+ years said the arborist.
An ecosystem of hawks, owls, and fairies (?) enjoyed her company.
“I’m gonna mow the backyard!” Said Erik one late afternoon 7 years ago.
The sound of the garage door creaked open, I heard the lawn mower wheels click into motion before the phone rang, “I got it!” he shouted and ran toward the house as a giant crackling sound brought fireworks to mind. I looked up at the sky in the direction of the disturbance through our kitchen window where I was washing dishes. Then the grand finale…BOOM!!!
The house shook, a kitchen windowpane cracked, the sound of water gushing out back could be heard as a pipe erupted on impact, a portion of fencing was gaping like a missing set of teeth. That’s what happened when one limb was shed. One limb swallowed up our backyard like so:
Makes the word “limb” sound so dainty, doesn’t it? It’s no wonder these beautiful trees are nicknamed widow makers. But she spared my husband that day and fortunately she retired completely before we started our family. Because when a heritage oak decides it’s time to shed a limb, you don’t want to be around.