The next day...inches on snow on top of a thick layer of ice and the plum tree is struggling under the weight of it all.
By Saturday the plum tree has nearly totally collapsed.
You see, I was not here. Compare to Danville at the time, I was in a tropical paradise, Monterrey, Mexico (as if that can ever be a paradise), sitting next to a hotel pool in the late twilight of the day, sipping brandy and coke, answering emails on my Blackberry and talking to M on the phone. Hearing what she’s telling me was one thing, seeing it two days later was far worse than what I could imagine. I did understand the enough to catch an earlier than planned flight home.
The aftermath...Damage in the hood.
The backyard...Bruised and broken. Trees turned to stumps, stick figures or heaps of broken branches. A cloudless and sunny Saturday caused a quick meltdown accompanied by crashing ice all day long.
Incredibly, by Sunday the temperature was back up to 50 degrees Fahrenheit, nearly all the snow and ice in my yard were melted and all you heard all Sunday long was the sounds of chainsaws and people at work. Cleaning up the neighborhoods. Fortunately we suffered no major damage except to the trees.Frozen Electricity