Another early morning storm and this one was a doozy. We lost power for 7 hours and do you know what that means? There was no coffee this morning. As soon as this poor tree was out of our driveway, I went and bought a huge Thermos of hot black coffee and I slowly became human once more. No one should ever expect me to help with storm clean up–or do anything–while uncaffeinated. That would be unwise.
After sussing out the situation my husband the woodchuck called in reinforcements.
I’m pretty sure he wants one of these trucks for Christmas.
I overcame my wood chipper phobia and pitched in. (After I was adequately caffeinated, of course.)
This is the last thing a tree branch sees.
Nothing like this happened today.