Heckuva Windstorm

We have many grand 100-year-old trees here, oaks and pecans.

Yesterday I drove my little red truck around the yard gathering up branches from the storms the other day.

So last night we had a heckuva windstorm.

By the morning light, I see about four times what I picked up lying around in the yard again, not counting all the little clumps of leaves.

Picking the branches up isn't the hard part.

It's gluing them all back on.

Morning, Glories.