What, Where and Why Not

      What the power of Mother Nature is and what it can produce in your surrounding bundle of Joy, which of course in this case is your home, your domicile and it's surrounding yard is quite the Cat's Meow.  In this case, a tree, which had leanings toward our neighbor's side patio of Dave and Ors, quickly becomes another one of the glorious serendipity moments in one's often times tumultuous life span.  Here in a 45 degree angle is most of the leg that fell off of the semi dead tree.  As you can see, it didn't take down much of anything but itself.

      Here is the lasting Totem Pole left behind after that tremendous wind storm, here in Sonoma County as it came blasting it's way into our consciousness. It had lingered for years, being used as a Bird's landing tower and a lot of gossip of when it was going to fall and what type of damage it was going to wreak upon not just Joyce and myself's environment, but our wonderful neighbors, Dave and Ors.  Consequentially it came to pass, that Kismet would have it's way, it became only the memory of what could of happened, but didn't. We all were amazed at the fact no one had woken up during it's untimely demise, and that in all the permutations that could have emerged, the one that did the smallest amount of damage to either of our quaint abodes, occurred in our imaginings.

     Now here is my modest and small amount of time, an hour and a half, taking off the upper branches, without the use of a chainsaw.  It is a pile that would be of some use at the " Burning Man " celebration, but will only stand as a quick monument as to those moments, though unheard and unseen at the initiation of it's own occurrence. Later, when our friend Tom comes over and decimates the memory of the actual event, we will surely forget it actually happened.