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This weekend we were out in the garden doing some weeding and watering and harvesting. There were some clouds in the sky. "Maybe it might rain and we won't have to use the hose." There was some thunder. "Oh boy, thunder storms are exciting. Very romantic." There was a stiff breeze. "The storm's coming! Better get those fruits of our labor inside fast, before we get soaked!"
"Cccrraaccccckkkk kawhooooshsh"
Half this tree just fell off while we watched from our lettuce beds. The tree is literally half as large now. From dual trunks to one scarred. Fortunately, it wasn't our tree or our yard. And it missed all windows and power lines (and the two spectators). But it was a completely attention-consuming, motion-arresting sight. Neither of us could move or think of what to say. Half our neighbor's tree just missed by inches their neighbor's house. While we were picking lettuce.
We took shelter inside after this.
And the storm never came. Maybe 5 minutes of gustiness. Half the tree falls. And no storm.
