Liam got right into the fallen tree and went after the leaves. There is a big mess back there, but no structural damage, I don’t think, to the fencing. We can’t be sure until we look tomorrow and clear some of the limbs and debris away. I confess that I thought warmly about a split-level in some leafy suburb with box stores and low taxes. But then I snapped back,  the aftermath was beautiful in it’s own way, sort of haunting. This is the life we chose.