It's lovely to live in a city with trees . . . until they start falling left and right.
That's what's been happening all over Atlanta after every rainstorm. It's the bitter harvest of 3 years of severe drought that has weakened root systems and sickened our majestic trees.
These giants don't even need a wind to topple over, just a good drenching rain. Gabe and I saw at least 4 more major tree falls on the way to school this morning, all in Druid Hills.
The scale of these trees is mammoth. They're almost like dinosaurs when they fall. Their roots have rotted from the stress of too little water. A big rain softens the surrounding soil, and boom, they go down.
Here's the tree that keeps me up at night. It's that giant to the left of my house, right outside my bedroom window. It provides glorious shade in Atlanta summers, but it scares the you know what out of me. After seeing so many behemoths fall in the neighborhood, I'm scared.
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