A wild thunder and lightning storm last week settled directly over the log house, sending the cats and me into hiding in the stairwell, the darkest above-ground place in the house. The lightning sat right on top of us for what seemed like fifteen minutes, and the thunder shook the house and knocked all of the artwork on the walls askew. I was sure the house would be hit, or worse, that a tree right next to the house would be hit and land on my roof.
The house survived, but a couple of days later, when Ted and I were out planting the herb garden, he spotted this 100-year-old tree, the one that did get hit by lightning during that storm. The tree sits opposite our house, across less than 100 feet of lawn. We found pieces of wood everywhere.
Although the tree is stable, the exposure from the lightning damage leaves it vulnerable to disease and decay. So, the tree must come down, and we can't let Mother Nature decide how and when to make that happen.