Trees and Maternal Instinct

    Hi everyone! I was a member of Bubblews for over a year, but then it shut down. I’ve been looking for another site where I can continue writing. Signing up for Adsense seems sort of complicated, but I’ll figure that out eventually.  Spring has sprung where I live-the trees on the mountains are starting to fill out with leaves. Those trees can be very inspirational-it’s easy for me to contemplate my family tree, since I am a genealogist.  Most of my ancestors lived in this state, and also how  the trees protect from the wind.

     We don’t have tornadoes here. Every ten years or so, one will touch down, like a stone skipping across a creek, but that’s in an area where we have a lot of flat land.  The skippers don’t stay long and usually don’t do much damage.  I witnessed a ‘skipper’ once-decades ago.

    Once late afternoon in 1988 after I had finished student teaching that day, which was in a nearby county about 40 miles away, so I was tired. Things were quiet, the weather was clear, and I was sitting in the sun porch at the front of our house watching traffic drive by. My daughter, who was a toddler then, was playing at my feet. Suddenly, without warning,  everything became dark and there was a loud sound, like wasps buzzing. Instinctively, I jumped up, grabbed my daughter, and ran to the back of the house. All in a split second-as I was running away, a tree crashed on top of the roof where we had been sitting and landed in the front yard, just about 30 feet from where I was looking minutes before.  No harm was done except to the roof, but my actions were a brilliant example of maternal instinct.




   My young daughter called the tornado a ‘tomato head.’ It downed several trees across town. Why one of the trees beside the house where there is a narrow walkway-the houses are close together-is one of nature’s mysteries. Why a tree across the road, near the river with lots of open space around it wasn’t chosen instead is a puzzle. This was a huge tree, taller than our two story house. But maybe bugs had eaten out the trunk and the tree wasn’t as solid as we thought. 

   Anyway, that was an adventure we talked about for weeks to come. The electricity went off. Men were called to cut down the rest of the tree and haul it off. I remember the whole family sat on the couch in the living room, eating fast food and talking while the men worked outside. Everything was debilitated until the tree was gone.  Eentually the electricity came on, and everything got back to normal.

   But I’ll never forget how suddenly and unpredictably that nature can turn fiercely on us.

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