The ground is falling onto the ground. And onto houses, too.

Last week I drove to Tennessee to see my parent's new home on Paint Rock Road. I was going to take a million pictures. I took seven. So instead, here are some pics of what I discovered outside my house when I got home yesterday. A(nother) tree had fallen onto my building, this time on the opposite side of the house. It broke two of my neighbors windows.


So that's the tree. Safe as houses.


More of the tree. The leafy parts.


My front door. Eagle Eye Charlie's can spy my bike on the right of the frame, hidden by the fence on the porch.


My building from across the street. Two months ago.


My building from across the street. Yesterday. (One of these things is not like the other.)


And then this morning, only one day later. Look what's disappeared!


Spirited away overnight, I guess.