“It” being The Shedding Tree, which turned loose its one remaining big branch that overhung the house at five o’clock this morning. The crash shook the place and was enough to wake L and half-wake me. M, being one of those people who does this, slept through the entire commotion.
So far as I can tell, the branch didn’t do any real damage to the roof; it was only a twelve-to eighteen-inch fall, so the branch didn’t get up enough momentum to make a real hole. One piece did smash part of one of M’s windows on the way down, but that window is double-glazed and the branch only got the outer layer—the inner glazing is still OK and keeping out the Outdoors. (I still need to have a glazier come fix it, though.)
So I have a back yard full of big chunks of pecan branch again that’ll have to be cut up. I suppose it’s a good thing I went and ransomed the chainsaw yesterday from the mower repair shop, where it’s been for the past month. With this branch fall, the tree’s now been reduced to about fifteen feet of the main trunk and stubs of the main branch systems, and the whole thing appears to be riddled with carpenter ants and woodworm.
