Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I noticed the wind whipping up Saturday night, and it continued to blow hard all day Sunday. We went to church, then out to dinner, then came home and holed up the rest of the day.
Imagine our surprise when we ventured out yesterday and found this down our road on the piece of property where our pond is:
That tree is at least 30 feet tall, and has been there 30 years. It is one of several – maybe eight or nine – standing majestically along the edge of the road. That only one of them toppled is quite a mystery.
This is about as exciting as things get here in the Middle of Nowhere.