What Limb?

At 7:00 pm last Thursday the kids and I were hanging out in the backyard. Alex was playing tractors in the dirt and Catelin was turning cartwheels.

Suddenly, Catelin remembered Friday was "puzzle day" at school. Everyone was supposed to bring a puzzle.

Of course, we do not even own one puzzle! Tears began, whining continued, etc, etc... 'she'll be the only one without a puzzle, she won't get to play, life ruined, etc...'

After a few minutes the guilt got to me. There wasn't really any reason we couldn't go back out, I just didn't want to.

We pulled Alex out of the dirt and we piled into the car and went looking for Dollar Tree or someplace to get a puzzle.

("NOT a baby one and it can't be more than 300 pieces, and I want it to have a dog....")

About 7:40 we cruised back home, crisis averted. The day would not be ruined, we had a 300 piece dog puzzle.

Mark asks from the back deck, "When did this happen?"

Me: "What happen?"

Mark: "That Limb, that fell."

Me: "Huh, WHAT limb??"

THIS LIMB!

In the 30-ish minutes that we were gone the top broke off one of the trees. And it fell down into the backyard.

RIGHT WHERE ALEX HAD BEEN PLAYING IN THE DIRT!!!

If you look closely you can see 2 green John Deere tractors in the leaves.

The view from the deck.

Hmmmmmmm........