I didn’t die, but . . .

I know it’s been awhile since I last wrote.  But, I didn’t die.  Some of the trees did! We took a trip out west and when we got back to Texas, well … we couldn’t get home – at least not quickly.

That was just the start.  Apparently there had been an incredible amount of rain.  And then strong, erratic winds.  Many live trees were toppled, simply uprooted. These ranged from 100-foot tall pines to old oak trees.

When I cut through one of the oak trees and counted the rings, it was about 60 years old.

I still don’t know exactly how many huge trees came down – more than I have managed to clean up so far.  But, I’ve taken on the role of lumberjack. And not being Paul Bunyon, it’s taking me awhile. Good exercise.  Next week, I’m back on the computer, at least for a few hours.  I feel another book wanting to hit the pages.

Thanks for putting up with my rambling. I’ll stop – and go crank up the chainsaw.

jim