What we didn't escape is the 15 minutes of storm that did this to our backyard that we've been working so hard to fancy up.
And it did this to our fence which is a total bummer, considering school's out in less than a week and I've got to contain and entertain six little boys for the next three months.
The good news is there is a lot of good news. Our neighbor is being especially kind and has offered to split the cost of removing the tree, which around here ain't cheap. The tree fell while the kids were inside sleeping instead of outside playing underneath it. The boys' have a fort built in that tree and they very easily could have gotten smooshed in there. It didn't fall on our house or anyone else's. And even though Mark picked up our trampoline last night, we didn't have it assembled yet, which would have cancelled our Homeowner's Insurance immediately (another story for another day). We're all alive and still have a house to call home. And as miserable as it is to have such a disaster, Mark and I are both grateful for the reminder that God is in charge and it is only when we are prepared that we need not fear.
