We have a tall, scraggly tree in our front yard (we think it’s a black locust) that is hardly the most beautiful tree in the neighborhood, but which we love regardless.
It’s kind of the only plant life that was growing in our front yard when we bought the house, and is one of Pookie’s most beloved go-to photography subjects. Haven’t taken a picture yet for Project 365 and it’s not too unpleasant to take a camera outside? The front-yard tree is your man!
You can imagine how upset we were, Gentle Reader, when a short, intense thunderstorm blew in over stately IPB Manor this afternoon. We were in our usual seats, strewn around the living room, sewing and watching TV, when we heard a enormous “POP!” and saw a shower of tree shrapnel raining down on the front yard. Our beloved ugly tree had been struck by lightning.
The camera was running out of battery and the photographer was still feeling a bit shaky. Thus the less-than-stellar focus and composition here.
When the storm abated, we went out in the front to figure out whether our house was damaged or on fire or showing any other signs of lightning strike, and to gather up the chunks of tree carcass scattered across the yard.
Tree shrapnel. It’s no laughing matter.
We did a cursory search on the interwebs about whether trees that have been struck by lightning can be salvaged, and were feeling pretty confident… until the top of the tree toppled over with a crash and hung there sadly, waiting for its date with an arborist. It looks like Pookie might have to find a new favorite subject.
But in cuter nature news, look who was in our backyard before the storm: