On October 23rd I showed a photo of a big spruce tree that had once blown down on my barn and blogged about the very strong winds that the Robson Valley gets in the Fall. Well guess what.
This morning while I was painting, the “train winds” of fall were again blowing furiously. I heard a rather loud strange noise which I couldn’t identify, but I kept on painting. Like the story I told about when the big spruce blew down on the barn, we hadn’t realized what had happened until later, when we went outside to go to town.
The big dead cedar tree had blown down was rather close to the corner of our house. Fortunately, it fell in exactly the opposite direction, not to damage our house, our garden shed, our satellite dish, or the power line along the road. When it fell, it just angled toward the corner of our paddock, not hitting anything.
Even though the cedar was dead, I loved that big old tree. It was already dead 45 years ago when we bought the house, but it’s dead top stuck out above the other trees, and we had to use the top of the tree to identify where our property was in those early days, when we drove down the road.
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