High winds in New Jersey.
A big branch split off a tree at the edge of our front lawn.
Natasha always had a lumberjack fantasy.
Not what you thought!
By the time I came home, she already talked a neighbor into taking a chainsaw to the thickest parts… The lawn is clean, but we have a pile of chopped wood and branches by the curb. Hopefully, the township will pick it up.
Ah, the joys of homeownership…
P.S. [next day] It suddenly occurred to me that if we dumped a chopped-up fallen tree by the curb in front of a house in England, it would block the entire street. In front of our house in New Jersey, it just looks like a weird little Halloween decoration.