Nearly three weeks ago there was a big storm in the state of CT. At first thought to be a tornado, it was later determined to be a macro burst. The small town of Brookfield, where I grew up, and where I still have family and friends, was hit hard. Trees down, houses and cars crushed, and massive damage to the infrastructure. My mom's house, the one I grew up in, lost a huge number of trees - five were completely uprooted, and twelve to fifteen were snapped with pieces landing across the yard, or through the roof.
The English walnut
The top of a tree my grandmother gave us when we moved in, 51 years ago
Part of the tree that went through the roof and into my mother's bedroom
There was some real power to the winds.
So we spent some time with chain saws and started the clean up process.
The start of the pile of branches at the edge of the road where the town said to pile debris for pick up. Today the professional crew with the trucks and the excavator and the BIG chain saw will be there to take down or trim the broken trees, move the trunks, dig out and break up the root balls, etc. The lawn will need some landscaping after the heavy equipment is removed, but that's easy.
When half of the 100 foot pine trees came down, we were left with a view I have not seen since I was a little girl. We can see the sunset in the evening, and on clear mornings, a little white church, about three towns and four mountains to the west. Always look for the silver lining!
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