an ice storm and a felled tree
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2018.04.15
I was just sitting at my desk at home when I heard a great wrenching sound - one of the old hardwoods along the property lines between our places and the next had snapped in twain halfway up, with the crown crashing down where there are usually several cars behind a small apartment building.
The Beaches has countless old hardwoods everywhere, and many seem to be of about the same age. I suspect the next couple of winters are going to feature a lot of felled trees.