While some are bundled up and shoveling the white stuff, I am in my shirtsleeves and shorts shoveling the red stuff. I’m not complaining.
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Shoveling the Drive
While some are bundled up and shoveling the white stuff, I am in my shirtsleeves and shorts shoveling the red stuff. I’m not complaining.
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I Just Have to Say... 
[…] Monday morning I got up early, hoping to survey the Oneacrewoods as soon as there was light. The first thing visible shocked me like I haven’t been shocked in a long time. Our landmark kapok tree was lying horizontal on the ground. It had ripped down through our large grapefruit trees, and also took limbs from the surrounding oaks. Some of it’s larger top branches were caught up in the oaks, dangling precariously. It had missed a minivan belonging to one of our friends by a few feet, crashed through a board fence and landed across the neighboring driveway. The torn root ball was up in the air, exposing a huge hole filled with mud. It might be a little silly to be emotionally attached to a tree, but I’m a silly woman when it comes to nature. It was a special tree. […]