Saturday after the parade, storms just kept rolling into town. Sometime in the PM, our back property-line neighbor, Karen, lost another tree. She had lost her first tree, February of last year, when we lost our big Norwegian Spruce. That storm downed half-a-dozen trees in the neighborhood.
Yesterday afternoon, we had gone out for lunch and some shopping, so it wasn’t until dusk that Anne looked out the back window and saw the fallen tree. Fortunately, it missed both Karen’s and her crazy neighbor’s houses. It fell across Karen’s fence, but did only minimal damage to it. I guess the tree must be vaulted over the fence or cantilevered somehow. It will be tricky to take down.
Around ten last night, the power company showed up to reconnect Karen’s power. The tree had fallen across the wire. The photo of the lineman turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. He was working and moving during the exposure, but that seems to have only enhanced the ghostly nature of the image. Mysteriously, Joanie’s power was knocked out yesterday too. She is about half-a-dozen houses down the block. Except when the man was on the pole, we never lost power and all the homes around us seemed to have power too. It is a mystery to me.
Sunday morning, it threatened more rain, but that threat was never realized. Anne and I walked over to Stratton’s in Clayton, for brunch. It was about four miles round-trip. In the afternoon, Anne and Joanie went to a quilt show. I went biking in the park and got 17 miles. I got back in time to watch the second half of the MSU/SLU game. The Spartans eventually slew SLU, but it took way longer than it should have. Now on to the Sweet-Sixteen!