my favorite kind of tree, at its full bloom in our
front yard- split & fell in the crazy storm last night.
I woke up out of deep sleep, wide awake to the noise of the
tornado warning beep on the television-
I honestly feel like it was my instinct from deep sleep
that woke me up- I woke daddy up, grabbed the kids,
their rain boots and rain coats, pup,
a bag of things we would need, our water bottles, my purse,
along with anything that could cover us in case there was a tornado
and stuffed it all in our bathroom/bathtub.
the storm moved at 80mph so the warning wasn't
a warning but for 15 minutes but it was still scary.
Matt walked out to the front after the calm
(which was very eerie feeling) took over-
to see our bradford pear tree split- just barely
missing where the kids rooms are
on the front porch and roof. sigh. but hey! we're all okay!
and that's all that matters.
If they have to take the whole tree, we'll plant a new one.
I snapped a picture this morning of the
bag I packed in less than a minute.
the mean sky this morning- before the
wind and rain picked up again.
ouch. poor tree.
ouch. poor house.