Well, it all came crashing down...but, at least, it was not around me. That being a play on a widely used phrase about things going wrong. Instead of going wrong, this actually went right but it did crash. Even though I have a thing about getting up before dawn and wandering the hillside as the sun rises, I was still in bed at 5am. For some odd reason, I just did not really want to get up. Something told me that I needed to stay in bed. The old clocks had just started their round of chimes when I heard a tremendous crash. What was that???? Grabbing a flashlight, I hopped out of bed and headed to the front door. I peered outside. The sun had yet to brighten the horizon but the full moon made things eerily light. I did not want to wander too far as I was still barefooted but I could see there was nothing amiss in the Small Gardens. Whatever made the crashing sound had to be further away from the house. I headed back inside to make coffee and wait for daylight.
Along about 6am, I, again, ventured outside. It actually took me a while to realize that the crashing sound was made by a pine tree falling to the ground. The tree had been severely damaged by Hurricane Zeta but had gotten hung up in a hickory tree and not fallen. Well, it fell. The hickory tree had finally had enough of that extra weight and gave loose. Several limbs broke allowing the pine to hit a live oak tree. It snapped the live oak off about 30ft up and everything hit the ground...the pine, the hickory limbs and the top half of the oak tree. What a mess!
I am thankful that I was not outside in that area when the tree decided to fall. It could have proved quite dangerous. I guess it is wise to listen to the inner voice when it tells you "Get back in that bed."
