We’ve been at Underwood for exactly two weeks—a really lovely, but exhausting two weeks. This morning Alex and I walked to the neighborhood natural foods store and to the Takoma Park Farmers Market. At the market we bought three more heirloom tomatoes, two eggplants, Greek oregano, Thai basil and purple basil. (Alex wanted the purple basil because it looks pretty. We’ll figure out what to do with it later.)
Shortly after we got home, the sky began to darken, so we decided to hurry and put the plants in the two new raised beds that Alex built this week, along with some seeds. As we were planting, we started to hear distant thunder. A downpour swept up just as I got the last of the seeds in. (It’s a little late in the season for it, but I planted chard, spinach and collards, all of which promise to be heat resistant). Alex wanted to try and put the basil in, but I could tell that we’d get drenched, so we ran inside for cover.
Not three minutes after getting inside we heard a loud crack, looked out the kitchen window facing onto the backyard and saw a tree beginning to fall. I yelled, “a tree is about to fall on the house,” and darted out of the kitchen. (I may have also ducked while doing so, not sure what good that did). Alex stood there paralyzed and dumbfounded and saw the entire thing unfold.
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