Weekend before last, we had a serious thunderstorm blow through the city while we were up at the lake. We returned home to this scene in our front yard.
Our next door neighbor, a retired weatherman for a local TV station, has a little weather station set up in his backyard. Old habits and all that. He told us that the winds gusted up to 72 mph. And I assume that's what made this section of the ash tree snap off like a matchstick near the base. Praise God that it fell the way it did, rather than in the opposite direction that would have landed it on the master bedroom wing of our house.
I was intrigued by the randomness of the straight line winds, that it didn't move the lightweight wicker settee on the front porch, or even the pillow sitting atop it.
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