Last night we were under siege. The bombs gradually began hitting the roof around 11 PM and continued intermittently almost all night. Ice had formed too slick on the paths to walk around the house and assess what was going on. We only knew the trees were covered by thick ice and it continued to rain hard. Try as we might we could not pierce the darkness through the windows. When we opened the doors we made quick retreats from the ominous cracking sounds. Most of the bombardment of the house was from the large maple near the back corner of the house over our bedroom. After several terrifying hours we retreated to the sleep sofa in the living room, but it sounded like the trees on that side were moving in, also. So it continued until exhausted we fell asleep for an hour until the dawn exposed the battlefield.
The big tree by the house is still standing notwithstanding the loss of many branches and limbs. A section of our neighbors fence has been damaged. A large limb of my loved Magnolia has been ripped off and thrown against the front of the house. The small woods to the rear of the house seems to have many trees down, but I need to wait for the ice to melt to make that body count and see if they can untangle themselves from their grotesque shapes.
This has been a long night. I am thankful the house and it's occupants seem to have survived intact.
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