So, I guess it's my own darn fault that I lost one of my good (tree) friends in the storm last night.
He was a goofy looking thing, for sure, but he was like the Sentry at the end of our driveway. Our personal Wal-mart wanna be greeter. Our unique, not-another-one-like-it-in-the-world tree.
By far, the worst damage we've had out here from storms since moving out here in 2003. We've had wind storms that picked up pieces of outdoor furniture and blew them across the yard and downed huge limbs, but never have we had whole, giant trees destroyed.
Okay, so we didn't have lions and tigers and bears, but there were plenty of "Oh My's!" as we walked around the property surveying the damage.
Inside the spare garage... at least the new garage door opener wasn't destroyed.
Poor little spare garage.
Grain bins don't belong in corn fields.
(If you click to enlarge the picture, you will see Dolly Llama is a little confused about the large object in the corn field too)
The charming old machine shed took a beating too. The same tree that embedded itself in the garage roof, banged into the machine shed...
... and actually moved the building.
Mind you, the building wasn't in the best shape to begin with, but at least it was straight. The boards were not leaning to the east before the storm.
This was another giant beauty that was hard to see fall. It held remnants of a tree house built years and years ago and was a wonderful source of shade for the little grain building and the llamas.
It fell into the fence and took out a couple sections. The llamas, like the goats in one of the other pens on the north side of the property took advantage of the breaks and were roaming freely around the yard this morning!
Considerable damage, for sure. BUT, there are more things that weren't damaged... our vehicles, our house, our little pond, our family. It could have been much, much worse.
The big machine shed will have to come down now before it falls down with the next big wind. (but won't those 100 year old boards make some awesome, rustic items?) The spare garage may disappear too. Its cement floor may become a basketball court. The trees, as they were, cannot be replaced, that is the saddest part of all. The appearance of things out here will change - slowly, dramatically, but isn't that the way it is in life? Change, always change.