The winds were high and apparently gentle, but the property-line tree fell on my home. Happy Earth Day! The tree was over 60′ tall by a ways. The utility pole stands that high and the tree towered over that, all five branch trunks growing from the main stem. Hard to believe the tree started from something like a weed, easily yanked out of the earth before it can grow into the heavy colossus guarding the property line.
When the branch cracked away from the central trunk, I was sitting under it in my bedroom. You know that sound you hear in films about the lumbering industry, hacking down the forest, shouting,”Timberrrrrr!” The tree cracks away from the base and the upper branches whoosh earthward through the air. I heard the crack, heard the whoosh, and was out of the room by the thud that signaled the trunk had come to rest on the roof and on the roofs of the next two houses. No damage to any roof but my own. Thank you, Mother Earth.
The ceiling was kept up by things sitting atop the closet. I can see daylight where the wall of the house buckled and burst at the seams from the weight of the limb that laid atop the roof for 3-4 days. The general contractor said the only reason the tree did not come into the room is because it was small. Saved by geometric configuration and physics.
The general contractor also said the house must be razed.
I await the adjuster/appraiser. Long wait in a precarious shelter. I refuse to go into my bedroom. Just moved to the living room, though it is somewhat dicey up here as the neighbor continues to host a colossus, some of its branches overhanging my property….