So, Friday night I went to the store right before it got dark. When I was almost there, half of a tree flew across the road right in front of me. Something definitely was not right. I won't go into details, but it was an obstacle coarse on the way home. I arrived home and our electricity was out. The next morning, our yard looked like this...
I always disliked this black locust tree. I just wish the whole thing would have fallen.
After 2 days of working in the yard, the gang has gotten over half of it cleaned up and put in piles around the property.
This was Jack's first time on the mower. He looks like a pro, doesn't he?