A big old maple tree came down Monday morning in a windy rainstorm -- it was really damaged a decade ago, during a storm with tornado strength winds. That's when the treehouse that Alan built for Rebecca landed intact about 200 feet from the tree (Alan builds solid!) and the tree started its slow demise. The wind did the rest of the task this week.
Alan has been out with a chain saw, cutting it up for firewood.
Although we have a number of smaller young trees, I always feel sad when we lose one of these elders.