When very large limbs blow off very old trees and fall across fences and
block roads

and the wind still howls, threatening more will fall on anyone trying to
move them

and the rain slashes in the gale, making cutting up the fallen branches

a cold and nasty endeavor


This is a time when trees are a bit harder to appreciate

but

I still do

..... 'cause I like to breathe






This message brought to you by the distinct desire to be back inside and out
of the storm