Limbs of a Bradford pear tree were blown down by wind. I think it may have happened in the middle of the night, because none of us heard it. John left in the early hours of the morning when it was still dark. He didn’t mention it when he called to let me know he had gotten to the train club. This is the view from our front porch.

Neighbor Bob the Builder was working on his grounds. He used the equipment to dig and was picking up ties from his truck. We stood there spellbound as he maneuvered it deftly.

We scooted out of the way as he swung around and deposited the ties in place. We were very impressed. And to think, he didn’t have video games to play with as a child!

My favorite photo was taken a few days earlier. When I came back from walking, I saw Bob’s hat hanging on a light fixture. It made me laugh, and the camera wanted to know what was amusing.

If we’d had wind that night like we did last night, that hat would have sailed into the next county.