Two had to do a science project on the element Oxygen. He mentioned how trees are our friends, converting our carbon dioxide into life-sustaining oxygen.
Unless their colorful autumn leaves catch twelve inches of snow. Then they do this:
This is a picture of the two huge branches dangling from the trees at the top of my driveway.
The Captain assures me that they will fall into the woods when they finally lose all their leaves.
I don't believe him. Because trees are the enemy.
Although my house is surrounded by large, leafy, deciduous denizens of the forest, I had not previously considered them a threat. Now I can't drive down the road without noticing every limb that menacingly dangles above me. I speed under them, convinced they might snap at any moment.
The trees are out to get me.
Or, worse, my power, which has been tenuously restored. Until the next big storm.
Tomorrow in the Diary: I think it's my mother's fault.