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As I was putting away some folded laundry, I heard the shrieks of four 11 year-old boys echoing through the house, yelling, "Oh my God, did you see that!?" and "Wow, no way, did you see that tree fall!?" I dropped everything and went running.

Apparently a small tree was uprooted by the wind and saturated earth and fell across the road, the only ingress and egress to and from my house.  At the moment the tree was falling, one boy's mom was about to drop him off here.  The tree fell right in front of her car.

To add to the drama, my 10 year-old daughter was about to be dismissed from school and she was expecting me to pick her up within moments.  But the tree was blocking the road.

One of my son's friends suggested that they walk to the school to pick her up.  Another offered to help move the tree.  My son volunteered to get a saw out of the garage.

The five of us worked together to move the tree off the road and we broke limbs and branches so that cars could pass without a problem.  I jumped in the car and ran to pick up my daughter.

The boys loved the little adventure.   And I can't help thinking that they are a nice bunch of boys.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds like fun. Was there a lot of work left for your resident lumberjack?
Anonymous said…
A good experience
Anonymous said…
how small was the tree?
-Joy

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