Finally the heat wave breaks in Central Arkansas with a series of rather violent storms, and this happens.

The final verdict isn’t in, but I’m pretty sure it was struck by lightning. And where does the limb choose to fall: directly on my gutter/roof. I never really liked the placement of these Bradford Pears (notoriously flimsy, stinky, popular but practically useless since they bear no pears) so I’m not too heartbroken. I just wish I had the moolah to take them both out of my life forever.

Tomorrow looks like it’ll be all chainsaws and ladders.

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