A Mighty Oak Falls

I woke up this morning in anticipation to discover

who had been indicted by the Grand Jury

in the Trump investigation.

In complex investigations such as this, often the first to be charged are

those at the bottom.  It is common that prosecutors use information from lower level people to help the investigation as it works its way higher up the ladder.

Early this morning, as the rain came down and the wind whirled through the trees,  a mighty oak toppled to the ground in our front yard.

It fell away from our house, across our neighbor's driveway, and across the road.

Unfortunately, it also crushed our neighbor's car.

BUT their mailbox and newspaper boxes remained untouched.

There's nothing like a disaster to draw the neighbors out of their houses

before 7 o'clock in the morning!

Within 1/2 hour,  the town was here to clear the branches from the road to allow cars to pass.

And within a few hours,  the Distinctive Tree Care was here to remove the rest 

of the tree.

The car was uncovered.

The crime scene was taped off so as not to endanger any Trick-or-Treaters tomorrow night.

As I looked more closely at the root ball,  I noticed how small the roots of this enormous tree actually were.  I asked the arborist about the root system.  After all this tree had weathered over its many, many years, what made it topple now?

He explained that, unlike what many believe,  the roots of large oaks are not huge and mainly extend only 18 inches into the ground.  The many small roots extend way beyond the canopy of the tree and make up the entire support system for the tree.

Over time, and for many reasons, these many small tentacles of roots can weaken or be broken.  When this happens, and the support system of the mighty tree is no longer as strong as it once was,  it can be uprooted if the conditions are right.

There is no law of nature that the most powerful will inevitably remain at the top.

As the Meuller investigation chips away at those small roots in Donald Trump's world,

what will be discovered?  

Will it be enough, 

and will conditions be right

 to bring him down?

Paris, Je T'Aime

Earlier this summer,  my daughter, Annie, and I made a post-graduation trip to London and Paris.  I posted about our time in London already, but I need to post about the 2nd half of our vacation.  

Paris is an amazing city!  This was my daughter's first time there, but my second.  

Where London seemed to be a fine-tuned, past-paced machine where people walked briskly and with purpose,  Paris was a stark contrast to that.  Parisians seem to spend a lot of time enjoying life.  They lounge in parks, near fountains, on the quays next to the Seine, near the Eiffel Tower, and at many, many bars and cafes.  Ok, maybe some were tourists.  And maybe London is different because the weather is not as conducive to lounging outside. But there is a distinctly different feel between the two cities.

As I look back on our pictures from Paris,  I am struck by how pretty 

everything was.  

We stayed in a small apartment in the 6th arrondissement on Rue Bonaparte.  I LOVED this neighborhood more than any other I've seen in Paris.  Within a short walk, there were affordable restaurants, bakeries, bars, shops, and Luxembourg Gardens.  The streets were narrow and quaint and beautiful!

On our first day, while walking to Luxembourg Gardens,  we came upon this statue "Under the Hat" in front of the Hungarian Institute.  There is a twin statue in Hungary.  

Luxembourg Gardens is a huge park, and we enjoyed walking around its many sections. 

We sat by the fountains and watched Parisian children push sailboats around the fountain with long sticks (nothing motorized).  

We passed by the original model used to create the Statue of Liberty.

Then we sat and watched a group of men play Petanque - a French version

of Bocce Ball.

On our first evening,  we walked to Tuileries Gardens where we got our first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower.

Then, as daylight waned, we watched the pyramids of the Louvre come alive with light. 

We briefly visited the Arch de Triomphe, 

and the Trocadero for this iconic view of the tower.

We climbed to the towers of Notre Dame.

Annie attracted a crowd as an artist in Montmartre "cut" out her silhouette

with paper and scissors.

Then she allowed another artist to do her "portrait".  He wanted $100 for it.

We refused.  He gave it to Annie anyway.  She put it in the nearest trash can!

Wherever we went,  we saw Asian couples in extravagant gowns and tuxedos having professional portraits taken.  It was rather odd.

One evening, we attended a wonderful concert of Carmin Burana 

at beautiful Saint-Chapelle.

The musicians played instruments from the Renaissance period which was a treat

for Annie.  She recently played the Crumhorn in a Renaissance Quartet at Eastman!

Another evening was spent at the Eiffel Tower. 

We took the elevator to the top level, then walked down from the second level.

Not wanting to leave, we lingered on the lawn for a picnic and a few games of Rummy 

in the shadow of the Iron Lady.

The Eiffel Tower (and all of Paris) is really at its finest at night.  One of our best

discoveries was an hour-long boat tour (Vedettes du Pont Neuf) on the Seine.  We booked the last ride of the night so we could relax and enjoy the "city of lights".

We traveled past Notre Dame, under many gorgeous bridges, and past many buildings and monuments.

The reflections of the lights in the water made everything doubly beautiful! 

The boat turned around at the Eiffel Tower, which takes your breath away at night!  For five minutes at the beginning of every hour after dark, the Eiffel Tower "sparkles" in addition to its regular lights.  We were fortunate to be able to see this light show too!

My favorite day in France was a day-trip from Paris to Giverny to visit the house and gardens of artist Claude Monet.  We took the train to Vernon, where we decided not to take the bus, but rented bikes to ride the remaining 6 kilometers to Giverny.

It was so much fun!

I am a gardener and a lover of flowers of all kinds, so this was a huge treat for me.

We also were able to go inside the house, which was a feast of color too.

On the way back, we lingered in Giverny amid its quaint beauty for a while longer.

 The poppies were growing wild on the roadside and each house that we passed was adorned with flowers of its own.

We grabbed an ice cream cone before returning our bikes and heading back to Paris.

It was such a fabulous day that I will never forget!

I am so thankful for the privilege to spend this unforgettable time with my daughter

during this summer between her graduation and the beginning her first job as a teacher of music!

"It's better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times." 

~Asian proverb