Our afternoons have been sprinkled with summer storms. It keeps me from having to go outside and water the plants, but sometimes it kind of wrecks and hour or so of our time. Case in point: yesterday’s storm.

When the thunder and lightning preceeded the actual dumping of water from the sky, I was on the phone with Damon. It started to pour and I could see the wind picking up by the movement in the trees. At one point the color of a tree changed completely because all I could see was the silvery-green underside of the leaves. As I hung up with Damon I told him it wasn’t the rain that bothered me, but the wind.

We have a rather established Tulip Poplar tree in our back yard. Four months after we moved into this house, a wicked storm blew through and knocked a really big portion of the tree into the street. It crushed the chain link fence we had at the time, and ruined a perfectly good afternoon nap.

At some other point in the nine years we have lived here, a storm blew a heavy branch onto my car, smashing the windshield. This is a possible side effect of parking under a tree.

And yesterday, we lost some more of that tree into the alleyway behind our house.

I had to call Damon and ask him to try and come home sooner rather than later because it was blocking the alleyway, specifically the driveway of the house behind ours. I moved some of the manageable branches, but really the biggest hunk had to managed by the strength of my husband’s chainsaw.

Damon told me he would come home as soon as the rain passed from downtown. I didn’t realize he meant downtown was suffering from flash flooding.

We are really fortunate the debris fell where it did, because it didn’t land on any cars (ours or anyone else’s), our fence, or nearby buildings. And yet, our tree still stands tall. Hope it doesn’t fall completely down during the next storm.

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