I didn't hear it go down, but the rain was heavy. The first fall in the hollow, this tree put on the best show. Bryce perched on a lower branch and I handed one year old Ezra up for a wonderful photograph (I need to find). Two days ago I remember turning back towards the old pond damn to look up at this tree; nodding to the maple, acknowledging its age, but not at all imagining it would be felled so soon. When the dogs and I went out this evening for a short walk, I gasped "my God!" The dogs stopped.
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