Today a huge gust of wind went through my neighborhood, broke a huge branch off of my maple tree, broke 5 rungs of my upper deck and then…
went THROUGH the glass of my little side table which matches my large deck table. Unfortunately, my sweet potato vines and the coelius which were waiting to be transplanted were on that little table.
A smaller branch fell into the chicken coop on one of the
dumb poor chickens. I’m sure it was on Bertha, so I don’t feel too bad about that. She is MEAN.
|This looks like a job for Dad.|
|Don’t mind the large sticks in your yard, ladies.
Again, this looks like a job for Dad.
|Glass and dirt everywhere!|
|This actually looks like it would have killed someone!
My poor table! My poor plants!