Last night, her husband stopped by on his way home from work. He surveyed the damage, declared he had a plan of attack, said that his equipment was ready, asked if he could have the wood and said he would be back after dinner to start working on the tree.
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open a little and said, "O.k."
My husband had been at work all day pondering how he would clean up the mess. He figured he would borrow my dad's chain saw, ask my brother to help and that it would probably take two days to do the job. And didn't have any idea what we were going to do with all that wood.
When he called on his way home from work and I told him Quinn was on the case, my husband was excited.
What my husband thought was going to take two days, literally only took ONE HOUR.
Quinn was like a kid in a candy shop sawing all that wood.
And my kids, Jennifer's kids and the two kids from next door were all scurrying around like little elves helping carry the small branches to the burn pile.
And the best part? Jennifer and I got to sit at the kitchen table and watch it all.
I knew I had picked the right spot for that trampoline.
The kids helping to pick up the limbs.
The kids on their way back from the burn pile to pick up more limbs.
My husband thinks we may be able to order replacement parts. I'm not so sure.