It scares me when the wind blows.

There is this old oak tree that stands right outside of my window.

  • The tree had been dead long before I moved into my home.

I should have had it taken down, but it had character and I couldn’t have it removed. Over the last couple years, the tree’s creaking was getting louder every time the wind blew. I could see it waving in the wind and I swore that it was leaning closer to the house. I said something about it to my husband and he dismissed my worry with a wave of his hand. I was to where even the slightest breeze had me worried, and if we had a real wind storm, it scared me. If that tree fell, it was going to take out the main power feed to the house. We would be without lights and HVAC. We lived in an area where you had to have either air conditioning or heat, nearly all year round. I didn’t want to be without HVAC. I tried to convince my husband that even though I didn’t like the idea of taking the tree down; it was time. I even called several tree removal companies to get an estimate for the job. He kept waving me off and telling me I was being paranoid. It wasn’t until a blizzard dropped almost three feet of snow on the ground, and we had sixty miles an hour winds howling for over twenty-four hours, that he agreed. The wind knocked several of the limbs off the tree. My husband said we were lucky they didn’t fall on the house. It would knock out power and our furnace wouldn’t be running.

 

 

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