At three am I was awoken by the sound of high winds. The crazy dance of the trees in the moonlight created flame like patterns on the wood ceiling. As I dreamily watched them my mind wandered to the condition of the trees. There is a towering cedar in front of the house. It shuts out sun from the room we use most and, much to my annoyance, the garden. For it to fall would not be altogether a bad thing. As long as I wasn't underneath it. With the noise too loud for sleep I entertained myself with calculating the pitch of the roof, my position within the house and the most likely direction in which the tree would fall. All for naught, that thing is solidly rooted. The tree feller has been for a visit. Only one thing stand in the way of the plan....my other "feller". I predict more stormy weather.