I’ve been hoping for rain and today our neighborhood got it (because that’s how the rain works lately – only some neighborhoods in Asheville get it.) I actually had to stay at work pretty late (for me) because of the hail and flash flooding on my route home.
The rain had stopped by the time I arrived home, and I was pleased. The garden was watered, so that was one less thing I had to do tonight.
As I was folding laundry, Chloe and I heard a loud bang and I immediately thought the tree behind our house had dropped a massive limb on the roof. I went outside (because my husband thought I was overreacting) and found that a neighbor’s tree had fallen on our fence and taken out two lines – both of which are still live and smell like they’re burning.
So much for overreacting.
I believe I hear the electric company’s trucks out there now. They’ll take care of it. I’m grateful we still have power for a few minutes, but I can’t help be upset about the fallen tree. It landed on the garden. I had (and still have) some high hopes for our 2011 garden, but I’m afraid that the plants – like our trip plans – have been squashed.
At least nobody was hurt. I was the first to report it, and we were really concerned about our older neighbors across from our driveway. They didn’t come out, but one of the lines goes across their driveway and yard. (One line goes across our yard. Lucky for me that I saw it. I didn’t walk into it.) What is upsetting is that the rental company that handles the property has been called repeatedly about their trees that are dying, dead, or leaning. Guess I’ll be calling them again.
But, again, at least nobody was injured.