One of the grand trees on my principal worksite was an enormous willow, growing not far from the bank of our local watercourse. It had a sprawling crown and dominated one of our open fields. Alas, it finally succumbed to horrible weather this year, splitting in half about a month ago, and finally falling to the ground this past week:
The still-green foliage of the fallen tree stands in marked contrast to the portion of the boll which had split off earlier this year:
This summer has been marked by inclement weather. Tonight is a stormy night, the sort of night which takes down tree branches. I had to travel to another site tonight in response to an alarm activation- the direct route is bad enough, going through a fairly congested downtown area, but tonight a tree limb had come down, hitting a couple of parked cars. The traffic was completely snarled up, making a typically annoying drive into a true source of frustration. I ended up driving back along a circuitous route in order to avoid the always-congested, now-constricted road.
I'm working a double shift, and between falling trees and the possibility of basement flooding, it promises to be a not-so-pleasant night. The loss of our ancient willow tree is genuinely sad, not merely unpleasant. It was a landmark onsite, a venerable living thing of great beauty.