Sunday, July 13, 2008

Blowin' In The Wind

We had a little storm yesterday afternoon.


It moved in fast, whipped through the yard with 70mph winds blowing rain sideways in three directions at once and then sped on to the next town, leaving a path of demolished trees and strewn personal belongings in its wake. Our trash can lids are in the neighbor's yard across the street.


After the brief but impressive storm passed, I looked out the front door and noticed what appeared to be a large limb from the trees next to our driveway lying next to Katie's truck. "Whew!" I thought to myself, "That's a big branch! It's lucky that didn't hit her truck!"


It was even luckier than I thought.
It wasn't, in fact, a tree limb ... it was a thirty foot tree, wrapped in vines and poison ivy. It's just that all I could see of it from the house was the top of it. The rest of it was lying across our driveway. Somehow, it miraculously landed safely in the triangle formed by Katie's truck, the electric box and the Luckiest Little Sapling in Southern Illinois (which, as you can see, it missed by about two inches).


So this morning Ev and I got out the trusty chainsaw and made firewood out of it. It took us about an hour to cut it up, haul the top of it to the burn pile down the hill and the trunk parts to the wood pile for splitting. I still have a small mountain of branches and poison ivy to drag to the burn pile, but at least we can navigate the driveway again.


While we took a break to sit on stumps, wipe the sweat from our eyes, play with the hundreds of tiny katydids on the dead tree and pant in the 94% humidity, we could hear the sound of chainsaws coming from other yards all around us. Ev said, "God, I love Southern Illinois! Everywhere else people go to church on Sunday. Here it's all about cutting shit up!"
We're getting so good at this that we think there ought to be a competition for it. Maybe they should have Olympic events that are actually useful ... team stump removal, fallen tree swamping, burn pile immolation ... we could totally medal.


6 comments:

Jazz said...

Were the ducks all tucked away safe in their duck house?

LceeL said...

Hey, it ain't that much different from the North half of the state. Although I will admit it IS prettier down there, by y'all.

Kwach said...

Welcome, Iceel, nice to see an upstater who doesn't disown the bottom half of the state! lol

Kwach said...

Jazz: I never lock up the ducks in a storm. They're much safer out in the open where they can dive under the deck. They're sitting ducks (ha ha) in their enclosure ... trees falling and all that.

Anonymous said...

Actually, as I remember it, it was the downstaters disowning the top half of the state. Kind of like us Hoosiers try to give Illinois Gary and Hammond. :) Robin

XUP said...

I've always said there is absolutely nothing on earth that can't be accomplished by lesbians with a chainsaw.