Unpredictability

The center of this grand old tree had rotted, but there was no outward sign of it. The rain, the wind, and it toppled, its new spring leaves still unfurling. Fortunately it fell into the back yard, not on the house. Marguerites and dandelions nestling in the grass seem not to know that their world has been upended. I asked Laurie to stand in the photo for scale.

As it happened, I didn’t go to the egg hunt at Bella and Evan’s house. You never know what’s coming next (with thanks to Nanzy19).