Our wonderful Apple tree is thoughtful, even in distress.

The leaves are heavy this year, and big limbs are succumbing.

The back limb of the Apple tree cracked off just as we were pulling into the driveway. The big maple right over Maria’s studio was the first to go a few days ago. We just got that cleaned up.

Maria had driven me to the bookstore this morning to get some books for the weekend since  I can’t drive and it doesn’t look like I’ll be going anywhere (Sea of Tranquility, a novel by Emily St. John, Nine Lives by Peter Swanson, and The Paris Apartment, by Lucy Foley.)

We pulled into the driveway seconds after the huge back limb of the old Apple tree fell over and into the pasture without harming a single post or wire on our fence. We could easily have come home to find our animals roving in the yard and road and a crushed wall.

The bulk of the old tree is acceptable. The tree leafage is heavier than we have ever seen, and it’s very windy this week; Mike Conklin said this Iimb would fall, but the tree will survive, even be healthier in some ways.

I’ve had just enough excitement for one week, but it isn’t over yet. I’m improving, but very slowly and painfully. It’s hard to stand up or walk. A friend is coming over shortly to bring me some rice pilaf and give Maria a break from cooking.

My blog, down all night, is back up (the tree waited for that too.) I’ll catch people up on the health thing in my Recovery Journal; I’ll write it later when the dust settles, if it ever does.

Lulu didn’t skip a beat. The animals were all hiding until we entered the pasture, and they started eating instead. Lulu went right to her favorite shade spot, which the Apple tree kindly left intact.