On Saturday afternoon John and I were just stepping sleepily out the door to go to a bbq. I heard a small crack and thought hmm maybe the squirrels are throwing things down. Before I could remember that that usually happens in the fall, there was a big loud crack and I knew a tree was falling. I could tell from the sound about where it was coming from but I couldn’t tell which way it was falling. I ran away from the sound, yelling, “Look out. Look out.” (I think). As I ran I could see the shadow of the falling tree coming down beside me and heard the noise of a tree hitting other trees and bringing them down. Then there was the final crash. It had fallen. I stopped and turned. John was right behind me, turning, both of us breathing hard, and hearts racing.
It turned out the tree was a big rotten one that came from the corner of the neighbour’s lot down into out lot, taking out a large chunk of our maple tree as it came. It fell on our roof, breaking off the heavy metal mast holding the hydro lines and the mast holding the internet and phone lines. All the lines were severed. We are not sure if the roof is damaged yet.
Hydro came, electricians came, hydro came again, electricians came again, insurance adjuster came, Telus came (finally). We have power back, and today phone and internet back. Now there is just a pile of fir and maple debris across the garden bed on the winter hazel and the new azalea plants and the Solomon seal, and the news that our insurance doesn’t cover plants. It will be Thursday when the tree guys come and clear up and balance the maple tree and I will see how bad it is under there.
What I am left with is the image of the shadow of the tree falling beside me as I ran. I can’t get that out of my head. Grateful that sunny day was not our day to die. Ha ha.