A blustery night…waiting for heffalumps and woozles.

For those of you far removed from the Hundred Acre Wood and the inhabitants thereof, maybe I need to remind you of the night that ol’ Pooh Bear met the Tigger for the first time and then spent the night dreaming of heffalumps and woozles.

Ahhhh…that’s exactly the book I should have pulled off the shelf to help the wee one get to sleep.  No, not to give her nightmares of heffalumps and woozles, but to show her that Winnie the Pooh and Piglet too, and Eeyore and Owl and Tigger all survived that very blustery night.

Cause the wee one was a mite bit scared tonight as the wind howled and the trees came down all around us.  We didn’t hear the first crash…well, I did, but I didn’t want to alarm her so I kept reading the bedtime story.  I went to check after I was done and saw the damage.  A rather large aspen had fallen and sheared off the gangplank ramp of her playset, landing just a few feet from the back door.  Branches were scattered everywhere.  As I stepped out to survey the damage, the storm door was almost ripped out of my hand.  It’s a fearsome sight to behold to look up into the night sky and see the tops of the towering aspens whipping to and fro.  These aspens in the back are so tall…75 feet maybe?  I’m afraid I’m not good at estimating length or height, but just believe me when I say they’re tall.  And thick too.  So to see this one lying on the ground was troubling.

Daddy reassured the little one that he could fix the broken gangplank ramp…not to worry.  And he then assured her (and thus me) that no others looked as if they would fall on the house.  We checked out the front of the house…nothing down that we could see, though the aspens in the front were whipping violently side to side as well.  Reluctantly we headed back to her room where we tried to get calm and trust that all would be well.  She was visibly shaken, tears streaming down her tired, little face as she worried about a tree falling on her room.  Incidentally her room is the safest one in the house as far as falling trees are concerned.  The only ones around are rock-solid pine trees, with very large diameter trunks, safely rooted in the ground.  We talked about the circle of life, that nothing lives forever, that trees grow for awhile and then they die.  She interjected with “unless we take care of them,” already attuned to the realities of our changing climate and the toll it is taking on our dear, sweet earth.  As we lay talking and asking for God to watch over us, we heard a rather large BOOM!  This started the tears again as we set off to investigate.  Only to find that one of the trees outside the back door had fallen on the house!!!  Daddy was coming to investigate as well and told us it hadn’t done too much damage to the roof.  As we stood watching the aspen ballet (more like a frenzied mosh-pit maybe) another one toppled to the ground! 

We watched as Daddy took the flashlight and confirmed for the munchkin that her corner of the house was safe, then once again headed off to bed.  The wind howling through the trees can be quite haunting.  Tonight it did get a bit scary as we lay listening to it.  I tried to pretend I wasn’t worried…I’m sure my little one knows me well enough to figure out when I’m bluffing.  But at least she fell asleep. 

I tried to capture a few pictures.  I’m not sure how well you’ll be able to see them.  I’ll take some in the morning when we can survey the damage a bit better.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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2 Responses to A blustery night…waiting for heffalumps and woozles.

  1. James Burnett says:

    Dang me. Mean storm.

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