Sunday, June 18, 2017
Sword of Damocles no more
So, whenever Grandpa comes to visit in Summer, he lies in the hammock and gazes up at this tree, making clucking noises:
"Lots of dead branches," he says, gloomily. "Going to fall on your roof one day!" Well, that day has arrived!
The principal victim of the whole affair:
Left some bits on the roof, but no sign of damage:
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