I was standing in my kitchen a few weeks ago watching a storm roll in when a wind gust ripped this enormous branch down and into the garden. I saw it all happen and was immediately elated because it somehow missed two vehicles, power lines, our house and the neighbors’. The only damage was to some tomatoes, peas, beans, potatoes and a trellis—no biggie.
The other part of this story is that I was at home with a 103 degree temperature. I had a nasty cold and was looking forward to watching the storm. Fast forward thirty minutes and I was outside with a saw in the rain, cutting the damn thing up to see how much damage it had done.
This stubbornness made my girlfriend’s head spin.