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<\/a>Is That a Tree or an Umbrella?<\/p><\/div>\n
The snow had collapsed the pine tree like an umbrella. There were weighted-down tree limbs all around, and at least one noticeably broken one.\u00a0 The snow often weighs limbs down, though, so I still wasn’t that worried. I headed up the hill, and I was delighted to see the entrance to the path. It looked magical, as it often does in the snow.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Gateway to a Magical World<\/p><\/div>\n
I entered the woods, but I didn’t get very far. Ahead were a bunch of small trees that had been pulled over. They looked worse the closer I got. In fact, they were blocking my path.<\/p>\n
<\/a>What a Drag!<\/p><\/div>\n
Wow. I felt so bad for these trees that I tried to remove some of the weight. The snow resisted. It clung so tightly that I had to shake the trees violently to knock it off. I started to worry about damaging the trees, though I thought I was probably helping more than hurting. But I was also getting soaked and chilled, especially from the snow that fell on top of me and went down my shirt (brr!).<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, I had started to notice the occasional sharp sound coming from the woods. It happened every few minutes. Each one was the sound of a limb snapping. I started to wonder if my husband had been right. Maybe it wasn’t the best time for a hike. Then I saw something to convince me.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Tree Across the Path<\/p><\/div>\n
A large tree arced across my path. This was no shrub or sapling, but a very tall tree that had once had a straight trunk. Trees should not be bent like that. It was dangerous, and I needed to leave.<\/p>\n
I didn’t go inside quite yet. I still wanted some exercise, so I shoveled part of the driveway. In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have been outside even for that. I didn’t allow the children out, though, until the snow had melted off the trees. They cried, and I felt bad, but it was a wise decision. Later we heard that two local people had died that day from falling limbs. It was heartbreaking. One of them was a girl about Marshall’s age. She had been playing in her yard when it happened.<\/p>\n
I still love the snow. It can be so beautiful. It can be so much fun. But it’s dangerous, too, in a lot of ways. We forget that at our own peril.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The snowstorm of February 4-5, 2016 was a remarkable one. Though I had been very lazy during the winter up to that point, I couldn’t resist the lure of all that snow. I decided to go for a hike. But … Continue reading