Stormy Time in Forest Hills

Yes, we had a stormy day Thursday. Sometimes I wonder if we are in our own little tornado alley. We've had a few weird storms in the 15 years I've lived in Forest Hills. When Bob and I went walking this morning, FLASH didn't have her camera. Got my strength back during my after walk power nap and hit the road with my trusty camera. I met Nancy Visser, star reporter with eastdallasblog.dallasnews.com. She couldn't believe the devastation either. Seeing the big beautiful fallen oaks made me rant to her about the developers who came in and knocked them down for the joy of building track house McMansions, many still empty. We lose enough trees to old age and weather. Don't need developers with no heart cutting them down. But I do rant on.

Notice that each fallen tree pictured did the right thing and fell away from the house. Even in death, our trees are the best trees.

When we walked BlackJack last night my flashlight helped us pick our way through the debris. You can't believe how clean our street was on tonight's walk even with piles of branches stacked high in neighbor's yards. Amazing. We do live in the best neighborhood and by neighborhood I always include Little Forest Hills and Casa Linda.

If A Tree Falls And Everyone Hears?

I think that I shall never see a poem as courteous as Cynthia's tree. The tree waited for Cynthia to be off property to simply lean over and crash to the ground - thank goodness away from her house. Took out all the electricity on the street, but hey, Zola and Spike remain safe in the untouched house. Hooray. Obviously, one of the victims of our serious drought. The rain we've had the last few days probably went right up the dry wick inside the tree and made it so heavy a crash was inevitable.

April Forest Hills Garden Club

This month's garden club was held at Jane's house and it's always one of my favorite meetings. I was late, so had a chance to walk from the street and down her driveway by myself. Her large trees and beautiful yard give you that AHHHHHH moment. I'll bet on one of our 100 degree days walking in her yard is still a treat. Everywhere you looked was pretty foliage in every shade of green. Jane's yard by itself is art. Oh, the meeting was delightful, too.