The September (spring) equinox is approaching. Equinoxes for us are times of strong gales. Well, it’s started already. We have just had about 3 days of very strong winds and rain. Never a good combination.
On Friday night things came to a head. As I sat up in bed at about 9pm reading, I heard the unmistakable sound of a tree folding up – the crackling, the slow whoosh. This was followed by several very loud thumps and bangs.
A tree had fallen, most probably on my roof.
It was very dark and to be quite honest, I was almost afraid to go look – afraid of what I might see. I live alone, so no-one else to send, no ‘moral support’. Except for the Lord.
I picked up courage and the small torch. It felt a bit like ‘putting on the armor’ (Ephesians 6: 13 -17). Venturing out through the carport, I could just make out a great deal of foliage piled up against the lower house wall about 10 feet from where I had been sitting. Something above banged from time to time in the wind. Obviously, the main damage would be up there, and I wasn’t going to investigate. At least the rain had stopped for the meantime. “Get back inside”, I thought, “there’s nothing you can do right now.”
A swallow from under the carport decided morning had come and fluttered about my head, drawn by the torchlight. It flew with me into the entrance hall, so I shut off the house light and went outside again, hoping it would follow. It did – whew! Nice to have the company, though, in a time of stress – a message from the Holy Spirit, perhaps. “Yea, the swallow has found her a nest and the sparrow a place where she may lay her young – even at thine altars, O Lord.” (Psalm 84:3) I really shouldn’t let these birds nest in my carport, but I do.
Back into bed. The only thing to do is wait on the dawn – and seek His face. With all my heart I reminded The Father that He was still on the throne and very much in charge (He didn’t need that reminder, but I sure did). I prayed that whatever had happened, I would thank Him for his mercy and see His hand in the event. I prayed that the rain would hold off (more forecast for Saturday). I carried on praying in this vein and finally fell asleep.
Morning came. At least the wind had dropped. I felt strangely calm – if a bit shattered. Gathering up courage again I went outside, asking the Lord to be with me.
Oh yes – it wasn’t good:
Photo taken 7.30am – I have outlined the upper foliage of the tree.
What next? It’s Saturday morning. I have no insurance, so can’t ring a company and hand the issue over to someone else to deal with. Just hope I can afford this without totally running through my small reserve of funds!
Something had to be done right away. It was still only about 7.30am and it sure didn’t feel good to ring people at that hour on a Saturday. But I rang my neighbour over the road, who has agreed to do some paid chainsaw work for me. No reply, so I left a message. Then I rang an old friend down the road. He was out but I got his partner. She was brilliant – gave me the names of an arborist (new to the district) and a roofer.
I rang the arborist and he came right away. A very nice guy called Brian Fletcher of A B Trees, with heaps of experience and an ethic of service to the customer. What a nice change! What a miracle – it can be very hard to pin down contractors up here, as my father found over 40 years ago and I have found many times since. It’s something to do with fishing and boating, and trying to stack up as many jobs as possible :-).
Chopping branches as he went, Brian walked up the trunk onto the roof and started cutting back up there to get the weight off. The root ball was then supposed to lift the tree slightly and make it easier to deal with. That didn’t work and he found this very tall Banksia tree in fact had precious little root run. Thank goodness I hadn’t known THAT over the years!
Brian mounted his next strategy from the veranda, cutting back stubs and branches further down. One nasty moment came when the tree settled slightly, but in fact it couldn’t move very far.
Then back down to ground level where Brian said the only option now was to undercut the trunk, and let the top part fall. hoping it would not do damage on the way.
I told him I was going to pray, and shot into the house praying strongly, calling upon the Lord to have His hand on this last episode. The chainsaw howled. Then silence, followed by two loud bangs.
Back outside, I peeped round the corner. Brian was smiling. “You did well there,” he said, “It dropped just where it was supposed to and fell neatly parallel to the house.” Glory Be!!
He took out a silver fir I had foolishly planted nearby, years ago, and ringed up the trunk of the Banksia. Then we went to have a look at another problem tree that he’s going to deal with next week. It was all over by 11am.
I can’t count the number of things I need to be grateful for.
Although there is damage to the roof, guttering and soffit, that is actually in quite a good place for repairs. The concrete veranda and wooden railing are unharmed and not a single pane of glass was broken. Truly amazing for a house that has 3 ranchsliders all along the front upstairs, and two large windows down below.
Praise You, Heavenly Father! Not only for your hand on the accident and the clean up, but also for sending such a good contractor! Please go with me now on the next stage…
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” (2 Timothy 1:7)
“It was good for me to be afflicted
so that I might learn your decrees.” (Psalm 119:71)
And it still hasn’t rained.