April 28th was one windy spring day here in Ottawa! Wind gusts reached 100km/hr. It was so windy that I actually stood outside for a few minutes staring at the top branches of our front tree, watching them sway in the wind, amazed at how windy it was. Later that day, I was sitting at the dining room table when I heard the loudest crack I'd ever heard in my life. I looked outside my front window and saw this:
Even though Bella wasn't big enough (nor the branches low enough) for her to ever have climbed this tree, I had to console her for over an hour. (Yes, she was crying and heartbroken for a full hour. Can you say D R A M A ?) She said she was so sad because she used to like to play hide and seek behind the tree trunk but now that part of it has fallen, she won't be able to anymore. I convinced her that there were plenty of big trees in the neighbourhood for that purpose, and later that same day, she had no trouble playing and climbing all over the fallen tree with her good friend Mel.
That giant maple tree, we figure, was about 50 years old, and while she sure was beautiful, especially in the fall, she was a lot of work.
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