The tree in front of Mom's house not only survived Snowmageddon 2022, it was waving frantically in the strong breezes this morning, slapping the front of the house hard enough to disturb the cats, who are generally not distrurbed by anything but one another.
(Seriously. I have to break up at least one cat fight a night, usually between Bumpy and Moose--two boys who want to rule the roost solo, but have to live together.)
I think that tree might be there long after the house itself is gone.
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