Timmmberrr

Clay and I were putting Jack to bed the other evening when we heard this most incredible thunderous sound. I'm not really even sure how to describe it. It was so booming that it almost sounded like it was close enough to be in the house, but at the same time it was clear to tell that it wasn't. We finished bed time kisses with J and scurried downstairs to see what it could be. And this is what we found...

A tree from our neighbors yard had fallen flat across our "field" (as Jack calls it). It tore down the fence that separates our homes and our back fence that separates us from the creek. It wasn't raining or storming and actually hadn't in a while. I think the first thought that ran through Clay's and my mind was--thank God we weren't playing back here (which is something we usually do before dinner or bedtime). Then the second thought was--thank God it wasn't the house. If you look closely you can see the tree only fell one foot away from the play set--another thank God moment.

In this catastrophe, I learned something new. Apparently the owners of the property the tree lands on are responsible for clean up and repairs, not where it originates from. So after several estimates, we finally have someone coming out Monday to clean up the tree. From there comes the fence. Our neighbor has graciously offered to rebuild it for us. Clay accepted and is going to help him out--so it looks like we will both have learned something new from this experience. Once we get our yard back in tip top shape, we were hoping to host a cook out and Boccie Ball evening. Hopefully it won't be long!