When a tree falls in the woods…
This morning I was reading during the rain storm and heard a loud crack sound–didn’t think anything more about it because after I got up and started moving around, I didn’t see anything.
The poison ivy never really went away and so today I had another Dr.’s appointment. Paul came home to pick me up and off we went. Got another course of prednisone Hopefully, this time it will take care of it. I’m really, really sensitive to poison ivy and it went systemic so the first time I was on prednisone is got lighter and faded but after I finished it was back a few days later.
We just got back from Dr.’s and CVS and found that a tree we’ve been concerned about fell over while we were gone. It’s a big tree, a huge tree. Last summer we went out and looked at it and tried to figure out where it would fall when it did. We figured it would miss the carport (it did miss it) and the shed (it missed that too). We thought it might hit one or two trees on the way down and it sort of did, skimming off some branches.
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Guess now our weekend is taken. We’ll be out there with the chainsaw getting it cut up and ready for this winter and our wood stove. That’s the plus side of this event. The downside is, it’s going to be one heck of a lot of work to get this all cleared up and cut for firewood. The work is mostly going to fall on Paul since I can’t do much lifting but I can move the smaller branches and toss (well drag and heave) them onto the compost piles.
As you can see the tree is about 100 feet high and fairly big around — I’m really glad we were gone when it came down. I’ve been home for some smaller trees coming down in our yard. I was here when two very big ones came down in a storm on a neighbor’s land. Those were a bit scary — they made lots of noise and then fragments would explode off them or crack and slide into the gully. I could see the whole thing happening from my desk chair out the dining room window. Then there was the time a huge branch fell down onto the access road blocking it after Paul left for work. Luckily the man that lives just further in the woods hadn’t left for work yet and he cut it up and I moved the smaller pieces.
Living in the woods is an adventure, every day nature is your partner and there is no getting away from it. We try our best to live lightly on the land. But, when something like this happens it’s a reminder to not take anything for granted.
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear/see/feel it — should you still be worried?