The energy blew bits of bark and branches all the way back to the blue slide.
And up onto the porch in the background of the second picture.
The new leaves were burnt to a crisp still on the branch.
And the hole in the last picture was a root.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
May I be struck with lightning if ...
Thursday night, while getting Abigail ready for bed, a tremendous BOOM shook our house. I could feel the concussion of the sound waves in my ears. I've never heard such loud thunder. Brad saw the flash of the lightning and said it was timed exactly with the boom, so we knew it had been close. Yeah, try the tree 50 yards from our townhouse.
The energy blew bits of bark and branches all the way back to the blue slide.
And up onto the porch in the background of the second picture.
The new leaves were burnt to a crisp still on the branch.
And the hole in the last picture was a root.
The energy blew bits of bark and branches all the way back to the blue slide.
And up onto the porch in the background of the second picture.
The new leaves were burnt to a crisp still on the branch.
And the hole in the last picture was a root.
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wow
Which is why you never wait under a tree during a thunderstorm.
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