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Three days of rain, and our back yard is soaked. It feels like a college kid on nickel-beer night, unstable and squishy.

For the third time in 13 months, we lost a tree. I don’t mean “lost” in the sense of “misplaced.” The tree is easy to find. The roots are poking out, six feet in the air. Hard to miss, in fact.

Like last time, this one fell across the fence line. It hit another tree, bent it about 30°, and the pair are resting atop one of the fence posts. Without that post, I think both trees would have hit the ground, and taken the fence down too. So I’m feeling lucky. I sound like it, right?

The potential energy stored in this construction — all that weight, cantilevered high in the air — must be huge.

I think the tree surgeon’s bill will be huge, too. It’s going to take someone two days to set up rigging and cut these trees down.