Not that it looked worse this morning than I thought it would, but with the light of day it was still a stunning sight.
I have been reticent to get truly bent out-of-shape about this, knowing that compared to other acts of nature across the world, we would be considered very fortunate. That’s what I tried to tell the little one last night as she lay there trying to digest what was going on…whatever breaks can be fixed (helpful, yes I know, if you have Superman in the house), the circle of life dictates that death must occur at some point for life to continue to flourish, and that ultimately, this too shall pass.
My heart hurts this morning as I look out and see the changes that have occurred here in just the last two years that we have been here. I’ve mentioned a bit about the brown, practically nonexistent grass, the brownish-gold hillside, the lackluster performance put on by the changing aspens this year…and now I add the changing landscape due to the toppling of the towering giants out there. Isn’t that funny…I’m more upset by the way it will look out there without the trees than by the tree laying on the roof!! Probably because I know the roof will be easily fixed (again, that whole Superman thing), but the aspens (particularly the first one to fall, the largest) had been growing for years. In our lifetime here, we will not see the young ones that replace it grow that big. But then, again, I think that I should not complain about a few trees falling as I know that this year, due to fire, flood, wind…Mother Nature really…so many have lost everything. Lives have been shattered by forces that are simply beyond our control. So…we are fortunate this morning.
Sad, but fortunate.
(The downed evergreen you see is a BRANCH!!! Off of the gigantic, GIGANTIC evergreen right outside the master bedroom, on the hill on the south side of the house. I tried to capture a picture of just how gargantuous the tree is…I thought it was a downed tree when I first saw it, but it is simply a branch. Albeit a rather large branch!)