This last Sunday, my husband and I planned to take the kiddies to a park, go and pick up a friend, finally burn some wood in our new fire ring and use s’mores to eat ourselves sick.
Ok, maybe that last one was only my plan.
Anyway, we did in fact take the kids to a park, all of us dressed for summer, when the wind picked up making it feel like fall. Then, we went to get the friend, who ended up flaking on us. Finally, on our way back home, it started pouring rain. Conditions clearly not fit for an outdoor fire.
Busts all around.
When we got close to home, like, on our own street, I noticed pieces of tree bark scattered all over the road. And in our driveway. And in our front yard. And on our roof.
I went in to the house totally forgetting about the wreckage out front, maybe because I was too busy mourning my s’mores, but I happened to look out the back window anyway. And when I did, I saw pieces of that tree bark all over our backyard too.
Upon further inspection, I noticed our tree.
And then the ground, at the base of the tree, where there was a straight line of ripped-through soil.
After the rain stopped, my other half went outside to assess the damage. While he was out there, our next door neighbor came over and told him that he was watching the storm out the back door of his house, when there was a huge flash, a loud crack and then bark flying everywhere.
Lightning totally hit our tree. Isn’t that nuts?
I went out there the next day and took these pictures, but this all looks so much cooler in real life. And even though I’m a little fascinated with the stormy weather stuff, I’m kinda glad we weren’t home for this one.
But, as far as the real catastrophe, I just went ahead and microwaved my s’mores.