My wife Teri and I spent a good deal of the Memorial Day weekend doing yard work. My son Caleb helped me get a few trees out of the yard. They’d fallen over the course of the past few weeks. Then Teri and I cleaned up some of the smaller branches, cut the grass, blew off the driveway. Teri even found time to plant some flowers. Coming home from work yesterday I was able to smile at how nice the yard was finally looking.
Then just after 3 o’clock this morning I heard that ominous “fooommp” from somewhere outside. Almost instantaneously the power went out. I grabbed a flashlight and walked the yard. A large Georgia Pine had fallen across the street, knocking out the power to the entire neighborhood. The power company was there within the hour, and nearly six hours later they’d restored the power. And now I have at least another weekend’s worth of work waiting for me in the front yard.