a better lumberjack

Then, after breakfast, I drove home, and pulled into the yard to find a surprise. About three years ago, one of the Bradford Pear trees we had in our front yard fell. At the time we didn't have a deck, and it landed just outside our bedroom window, barely missing the house. 

We've suspected for a time that we'd have to take the second tree down, but since the first one fell, we've added a deck to the front of the house and knowing where to have the tree fall was an issue. There was the choice of let it fall towards the road, but the top of it would be in the road and we'd have to hurry up and unblock the road, and it would probably take down some electrical, phone and cable wires — not really an option. The window of opportunity was really a narrow one, to lay it between the end of our deck and a large bush by the neighbor's driveway. Jack wasn't so sure he could do that. 

Today, God took care of that problem. While I was at the restaurant, the wind blew and the tree broke and was laid over ever so gracefully as though God's hands had guided it to it's final resting place. Jack's response? 

"God's a lot better lumberjack than I am."