We were walking with some guests over towards the south side to look back at the house when I noticed a downed tree along the trail. It hadn't been down the day before.
It just toppled over in the night, taking two other trees with it.
It was not a small tree. About thirty feet of the top broke off and landed in the surf at the bottom of the cliff.
There had been no sign of distress in the tree itself that we were aware of, and there was no significant wind to speak of, but it evidently was rotten at the core, and down it went, taking a couple of smaller neighbors with it.
Its time had come...
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Sometimes life is like that, you don't see the weakness until things topple over, making room for new things to grow.
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