This has been a summer of many storms. Living where I do, that means power outages and branches down.
Last Saturday the last willow tree on our property (we're not counting all the willow shoots that are popping up where there used to be willow trees), split and thirty feet of it fell the length of the creek.
Two years ago I got an price for removing this tree. $2,000. It's location and all the surrounding water made for a difficult project. I decided to let it stand in hopes it would hold up until I moved out. Lost that gamble.
The lower right of the top picture is the bridge to the back three acres. There is about a foot wide where the dogs and I can still get across.
Everything is too heavy for me to move. The tree service has been called. They're swamped with urgent work and the owner is on vacation, so I won't get a price until next week sometime. Then the work can be scheduled and I hope it won't be too long.
This last picture was taken from the bridge looking down the creek.
Glory, who loves to wade into the creek multiple times a day, can no longer get down the bank. She's very unhappy about that. All the other places she might go in require walking in mud and/or muck and getting rinsed off with a hose before being allowed back in the house. Neither one of us likes that.
It could be worse. This tree was in power line range but fell in the opposite direction. Always something to be thankful for.