Nature Attacks The Maple

For those of you who do not know, NJ, USA was hit with a scary, freakish pre-Halloween snow storm.  Power and internet service is just coming back after five days. While this was not a tragic event, it caused (among other things),  the slashing of thousands of limbs from hundreds of trees, still sporting lush green leaves.

During the storm, my family and I slowly turned our heads to one another, then causiously moved from window to window to reluctently view the damage after each erie snap of a giant tree limb crashed onto the roof or to the ground.

When the snow finally stopped, my husband and I ventured out our back door.  The brunt of the snowy wet rampage took half of our huge maple tree.  Snow already melting, the scene looked like this.

It was strangely reminisent of a documentary we watched a couple of nights before the snow, called Radioactive Wolves.  This time however, the damage was nature’s doing.  She had wierdly reclaimed and rearragned our patio, yard and neighbor’s yard.  It was kind of  morosly beautitful, especially the startling  find of new buds clinging to the carpet of branches, twigs, snow and splingered limbs layering our patio. Naturally these buds won’t survive, but like the wolves, I hope our maple will find a way.