We made it home in the evening on Wednesday. The travel was amazingly smooth from Sandbridge with only pockets of slow travel, but nothing horrible–which would be more typical. When we first pulled into the driveway, I felt relief to be home before the next snow storm arrived and then I glanced toward the front door and saw that my beloved cherry tree had broken with much of it leaning over the sidewalk and front door.
Perhaps I’ve become too focused on fate and karma after the past couple of years: something good happens and to balance it out, something bad happens. Good planning and paying attention meant that we were not stuck in the I-95 fiasco, but in turn I lost half of my cherry tree (perhaps all of it; it is too soon to tell), a couple evergreens, and half of my redbud. What on earth? We have had worse storms, although I wasn’t here to witness this storm. Maybe it was a rogue wind that toppled the trees in tandem with the especially heavy snow?
These trees have given me such pleasure over the years, especially the cherry tree that has been in place for 28 years. We think we have control over nature, but that simply shows how completely silly we are.