...fell last night. I could hear the branches breaking. I imagine more branches broke this morning while I listened to "I am". Then I thought about how to get lost. And the meaning of life. I'm still thinking. I can almost hear the branches breaking in my head.
This afternoon, after we got back from coffee at The Orange Toad, we walked around the yard and surveyed the damage. The big old willows took a beating.
It continues to rain and snow as I write this. I guess it's time to dig out the snow brush.