I know y'all don't care about my tree, but it's been part of my life for four years now and it needed a bit of a memorial on here.
When we first moved into our house we had a massive tree in the backyard. Massive folks. Pictures have never done it justice. To give you an idea of how massive it was, three guys - all over 6' - and myself all tried to basically hug the tree, hands to hands all the way around it and couldn't touch fingers. Wide.
The tree had some damage in the past and only one side really had branches remaining - they all hung over our house.
I loved that tree. It was huge and really old. It was one of the biggest trees in our neighborhood.
Then, one cold, freezing night we got hit with an ice storm. There was at least half an inch of ice covering everything, including our tree.
Well, the weight of the ice caused much of the remaining limbs to break - crashing on our house. Thankfully there was only minimal roof damage. I've never been in a war zone but that night sounded like what I can only imagine a war zone might.
Ice covered trees falling on houses, cars and even people. Sirens filled the night from fire trucks and ambulances. We lost power so the only sounds we heard were the sirens, cracking of trees and crashing ice.
We were without power for over a week, as was most of our area.
We recovered from the storm but our poor tree was hit pretty hard. We had some trimmers come to remove the dangerous branches that hadn't fallen and we were told the tree would come back.
Three years later, it never recovered.
We finally were able to afford getting the rest of the tree cut down, thanks to the help of my father in law! It was a sad day.
The tree that once towered over the entire neighborhood was just a pile of rotting wood left on the ground.
On a much happier note, come back tomorrow for a fun post!