This past weekend was pretty stormy for large areas of the south. North Texas, where my parents live, was no exception. They recently moved out into the country, and their property is covered with huge, old Oak trees, like this one:
Around 7:30 Saturday morning, the storms got the better of this old tree. Here are a few shots of what it looks like now.
A bolt of lightning hit it, and as you can see, just blew the thing to smithereens. It’s a wonder to me how people live whenever they get struck. I mean, if it just obliterated that tree like that, how could the human body ever stand a chance?
Anyways, as I drove up that Saturday afternoon, being home for the weekend, I nearly ran off the road just staring at the pile of sylvan rubble where a once beautiful tree stood.
So long, mighty tree!
Oy. My grandparents live in a very heavily wooded area of Tennessee, and they’ve been hit quite a few times with tornadoes and insane lightning in the past few years. Seeing thousands upon thousands of trees that look just as completely and totally destroyed as that one? That really was surreal. *shudders* I am so glad that Mother Nature has chosen only to throw lots of snow my direction thus far. Snow and butt-cold temperatures.
I remember when Hurricane Gloria took the three big oaks out of our backyard. My dad put up a sign (until the landscapers could get there, take away the wood, and fill in the hole) to keep people from falling in. It said, “Now Showing: Roots.”
Oh wow.
rachelskirts: Wow. I would imagine that would be something else.
golfwidow: Hah! I take it you got your funny from your father, then?
Jamie: That’s pretty much all I could say when I saw it, too.