Aftermath

Mother Nature came out early, swinging. After our lovely week of fall weather, the temperature plummeted, winds howled, and we got wet, heavy snow dropped on us.



I failed to get pictures the morning of the aftermath, but the trees were bent double under the icy snow.

The poor trees didn't know what to do, so they cracked under the pressure.

Many of the broken limbs were good sized, one limb was about 20 inches around.


















The smaller ones were mostly whippy enough to recover.

But the bigger limbs just shattered. It sounded like gunshots going off all night.


















Getting to work consisted of playing dodge'em with all the tree branches in the roads and hanging over the roads and leaning into the roads.























All my cottonless cottonwoods took heavy damage.























Even the crabapples lost some branches. The lilacs aren't big enough to take much damage, luckily.

The Russian Olives? You can't kill them, not even intentionally. Probably why Wyoming has decided they are a noxious weed. All I know is there isn't a branch missing off any of my olive trees. Tough enough, for sure.