The sun came out this morning, after four days of being missing in action, and the damage caused by yesterday’s ice storm is all too obvious. We drove to the airport and back (that’s another story) and saw a depressing number of broken tree limbs throughout the city. It’s going to take weeks to clean up, and I suspect the tree service companies are salivating at the prospect of the extra work.
Back at home, I hauled out the trusty bow saw and went to work on our pitiful desert willow. I think I did a pretty good job of disguising the damage; if you don’t look too closely, you can hardly tell it was damaged, right? Right?
Just rub a little dirt on it; it’ll be fine.
Fortunately, desert willow is soft wood when it’s green and *sniff* alive, so it was easy to build a pile of limbs for easier disposal:
Despite the terrific damage this storm caused, the sun shining on the ice did bring out a certain beauty, which I will grudgingly acknowledge. I suppose it’s a bit like having a rainbow after a flood. And since we can’t do anything about it, we might as well try to take away a bit of the positive.