Last week’s final sentence, “The backyard has more mottled shade than before, but hopefully the next wild wind that blows in our direction will slip between the branches and leave the limbs intact.” My hopes were crushed and blown away.
Saturday morning, the sun turned the thermostat to high. Slowly we strolled through the farmer’s market, collecting the ingredients for our dinner, Southwestern chopped salad. The plans called for keeping cool in the movie theater, so we were discussing where should we go for lunch before the movie. As we chatted, the room grew darker and darker. A quick look outside surprised us with a gray sky. The forecast did not include rain.
As we gathered items on the patio, the wind began to blow. The trees began to sway. The wind became more angry. It was a bully pushing the limbs back and forth. Every leaf hung on for dear life, some lost the battle and went whirling away.
We retreated to the house to watch and wait. Would the thinning be enough to withstand the power of the wind? Unfortunately the answer came when the limb came crashing to the ground. By the time the storm moved on we had broken limbs dangling, on the ground, and behind the fence.
The sun boldly appeared as we squished through the grass to assess the damage. Immediately the chopping tools were brought out. Basket after basket was filled with chopped branches.
“The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry” was certainly true this day. Did we even dream that we’d be chopping limbs? No way!
We did make it to the movie, a much later showing than originally planned. And yes, the
Southwest chopped salad was delicious.