The good news is that our neighbor's tree fell toward the play area instead of onto our home -- especially good since Gracie and I were looking out our laundry room window (where the tree would have struck) when the straight line winds hit this already damaged tree. It snapped like a perfectly aged No. 2 pencil.
Like any good southerner, I had gone to the window to evaluate how badly the trees were bending to see if we needed to go to "our safe place," otherwise known as the basement. I saw this larger tree (pictured) push a smaller tree over. When Skip came to the window, he noticed that it was actually the larger tree that had fallen. We, indeed, evacuated to our safe place at that point. Parenthetically, standing in front of the nearest window as trees fall in one's yard is probably how the news media captures all of that GOLDEN footage of us looking so foolish on national news after major weather incidents.
So, anyway, this:
missed our house, as well as our neighbor's. As an added bonus, it even missed the girls' play house:
Our damage is limited to the loss of a couple of Wal-mart's finest plastic adirondack chairs and a four year old plastic bird feeder that already bore the damage of a pellet gun hole of which Skip fervently denies knowledge. Overall, we're incredibly blessed and thankful that we were spared damage to our home resulting from the storms last night. And that I don't have to explain any injuries resulting from being too foolish to dodge falling trees.
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