So we're having a rainy, windy day in the Hudson Valley today. I woke up and thought, "Well, if it's not snow, I'll take it." Then, I was making lunch. Andrew was in the living room. While talking to him, I saw something white flash past the window. When I investigated further, I saw that a large portion of our birch tree had fallen into the yard!
Luckily, it didn't hit anything in the yard.
The skyline of our yard does look like it's missing something now, though.
But everyone is safe and sound, so that's what counts. I think the real question is why do Andrew and I cause trees to fall? It's like a lame super power or something.
