I lived on the Texas Gulf Coast for a long time. I stayed in my home for a hurricane and several severe tropical storms. I learned staying was not what I wanted to do. The last hurricane to hit the area we lived, Hurricane Ike, was a severe wind storm as opposed to my first hurricane--Alicia. She was a rain storm. They are like unpleasant relatives, each with their nasty, unique characteristics.
Hurricane Ike took down a tree in our back yard that was so huge I couldn't fit my arms around the trunk. Thank goodness it fell away from the house or it would have destroyed our home. Instead it only took off gutters as it swiped the garage. Once we cut up the tree and stacked it in our front yard for those who wanted some free firewood, the stacks stretched for about fifty feet.
Friday evening, here in South Carolina, we had a very mean thunderstorm--the kind that comes on suddenly. There was a lot of lightning and wind along with the rain. The animals were frightened and I was little nervous myself as we have so many windows.
Saturday morning, I got up early and let the dog out around 6AM. I could tell the rain had lasted longer than I thought and I even walked out down the driveway a little bit because Rosie doesn't like to get her feet wet and sometimes needs a little encouragement to get out on the grass. I was working on my next book when I got an interesting text message from our good friends: OMG. We're in your driveway. Now, I knew they were going car shopping so I thought they stopped by to show us what they'd bought. Instead, this is what I saw.
You can tell by these pictures how gigantic that tree was--a beautiful red oak. An hour earlier, before the text and while I was working, my husband was doing his laundry. I'd heard this tremendous noise. I went to the laundry room and asked him what the heck he was doing. He is a tad hard of hearing and looked at me like I was a little crazy. "Laundry. What does it look like I'm doing?" I told him it sounded like he was destroying something.
Turned out, that was probably when the tree, which had probably split the night before, finally fell. Mother Nature was doing the destruction. I couldn't believe it had happened again. We're