She said she didn’t hear the crash of the tree when it fell, only the furious roaring of the wind. Erica, Art’s archivist, was alone in the house and found out the tree had been uprooted when the next door neighbor frantically pounded on the door.
It landed smash bang on the neighbor’s open bed truck in his driveway. When I got Art’s phone call I drove home immediately because I could not imagine how a tree actually next to our house, not on the open lawn, could fall in their driveway. Even looking at the scene it was hard to understand how the wind could lay it at such an angle.
What a huge tree it was. The base of it still near the side of our house, the fat trunk across the lawn and the limbs and top branches across the bed of his truck folding it into a V. The cab was intact. Wow, I kept thinking, wow. It had to be a min-tornado to rip that tree out. The morning weather report had warned of heavy winds but what does that have to do with me? Well, a random wild rip-roaring gust made it very personal.
It was resolved quickly. Phone calls made, visits to the site, and then a crew of men buzzing away at it. They removed the top of the tree – the large spreading branches and the limbs resting on the truck. Just the trunk and its stripped heavy limbs remained. I thought of advertising Free Firewood, but it was all gone when I got back from the shop the next day. The hole was filled. It is as if it were never there.
Art did rescue the large round thermometer he had attached to the tree. It had faced his office window and he could check to see the temperature of the day. It didn’t record Wind.