I am super sensitive about staying positive and never speaking poorly of my life. The world is drowning in struggle stories, and I’m with Plato, every one has a harder life than me. Still, it does suck a bit when a big and beautiful tree falls over on your pasture fence, spilling a thousand apples all over the ground.

This will not be a simple clean up. The tree sheared off a huge limb of our apple tree, it crushed our two Adironack chairs, it mangled our new electric portable fencing.

Here’s what it missed: our cards. the animals. Our house. The Dahlia garden. Our antique birdbath (by inches). The fenceposts. The barn. The water bucket. The barn cats. Maria’s Studio.  The chicken roost. And our two beautiful trees, the apple and the white birch, were spared. The storm was intense, it took a lot of wind to blow down a big tree like that.

Still, it will cost a bit to clean it all up and set things right. Somebody will come by tomorrow to take a look, Tyler will help us mop up. We’re trying to decide what to do with all those apples, maybe store them in the basement, feed them to the equines in winter.

So it does suck, but it looks worse than it is. That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.