And it huffed and it puffed and it blew the tree down. The wind blew so hard throughout the night the lawn looked like a stick fight had occurred with a fallen tree dividing the teams. The trees shook off about half of their leaves and the GIAB (garage in a box) moved back fifteen feet. It howled and it whistled through the open windows of the house while our bedroom door rattled with the gusts all through the night. As I surveyed the aftermath I was awe struck that the birdhouses were still hanging from their nails – just God’s tender mercy for our feathered friends.
Tara Truly 