If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?

Late Sunday afternoon, I decided to make a run to a local gift shop in the hopes of whittling down my Christmas list. I love this shop – it’s just a ten-minute drive north into Delaware, so I bundled up, said goodbye to the pup and my husband and happily started down the driveway.

As I came close to the main road, however, I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere quickly.

 

Nope. There was no way I was going to get around it. The top of an oak tree had broken off and was now blocking the road. So I put the Element in reverse and went back to the house to tell my husband, who promptly got the chainsaw out and began oiling it up.

I grabbed the camera and jumped into the car with him to help.

Exciting, isn’t it?

Please control yourselves, people.

 

I’ve always disliked that old philosophic riddle, “if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?”

Of course it makes a sound.

Doesn’t matter if anyone’s around to perceive it as sound or not. It still makes a sound.

My husband made quick work of the cleanup.

And the chainsaw made a LOT of noise.

 

He’d probably be a bit miffed if he knew I was posting these photos. I’ll add them to my collection for the book I’m writing, entitled ‘From Behind My Husband’s Back’.

Not really, but that would be a funny book. For me, anyway.

We had the driveway cleared in about 15 minutes, and I was free to go. But by then, I didn’t feel like it anymore.

And besides, I had the scent of engine oil in my hair. I swear, we both stunk of it when we were done.

 

As we drove back up the driveway, I snapped this.

 

And later on, my husband snapped this. To those who have commented that the manor house looks haunted, it’s not. I don’t perceive anything paranormal here, and I’m an expert you know.

Not.

Seriously, though, I guess it just has that haunted look about it sometimes – especially at dusk. But it’s a peaceful place, and it feels like there was a lot of love in these thick stone walls that are over two centuries old.

A lot of love.

Until tomorrow, then . . .

PS ~ I went back to the tea shop and bought some more rooibos tea. This time I got lemon soufflé. I could become addicted to this stuff.