Thursday, January 19, 2012
When we first moved into our cabin on the bay I named a few of the trees in the yard. Yes, I know it's strange but who cares. One tree was across the bay on the edge of the bank. Her shape looked like a girl with her skirts and hair blowing back while she looked out to sea. I called her "The Sister". One day I looked out and she was gone. My favorite was a fir tree that hung over the bay like a huge arm. It became known as "The Strong Arm of God". I loved that tree. It was massive and had a wonderful elbow that eagles perched on. It was really only a matter of time before it fell into the bay but I hoped it wasn't in my lifetime.
Early this morning a crash was heard but it wasn't until the sun came up and I looked out the window that I realized the the view had opened up considerably and something was missing. My tree was gone. Snapped off from the snow and ice, it fell into the bay.
Luckily I took a picture of it yesterday from my window.
This is my view now.
RIP Strong Arm of God...you will be missed.