If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down?
We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
I am quick on the draw with the deep thoughts, but otherwise somewhat behindhand in illustrating the destruction we found in the KJ southern annex last weekend. For those of you urban types who are having trouble wrapping your minds around what happened, these pictures will help.
The barn was in the most jeopardy last weekend. The uprooted tree is being propped up by another tree next to the barn. We almost removed the propping-up tree last year for aesthetic reasons; good thing we didn't!
The greenhouse took the biggest hit, but it was in need of some help anyway. This picture gives you some idea of the amount of force the wind must have had, to split this good-sized tree up the middle.
Work is under way to clean this whole mess up, leaving us with some holes in the ground and the world's biggest pile of wood chips. But since no one was hurt and no one's house was damaged, we consider that we have dodged a big bullet.