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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Snapshots from Home

My Tree, My Executioner



Garrett Park, UD's town, is, as faithful readers know, an arboretum.

Enormous old trees loom over UD's house. Out of every window deep forest appears.

This is especially attractive now, as the leaves crimson.

Yet some of the behemoths around UD's house are dead. Or dying.

Every time there's even moderately serious wind, heavy branches crack off and explode on UD's lawn.



This morning, as she dragged vast limbs to the side of her property, it occurred to UD again, as it has countless times, that she and her family will meet their doom at the hands of these trees. A bolt of lightning will hurl a maple through their roof, and les UDs won't know what hit them.