It was a big bump – or a thump – that woke me up this week at 1:30 in the morning.  It didn’t wake Frank up but I did – I was frightened for some reason, though I’m not a panicky person. I was sure something heavy had fallen in the house. Maybe the house even shook a little, though I knew it wasn’t an earthquake. I spent a while checking rooms and closets and the garage but nothing had fallen. Frank suggested I had dreamed it but I knew I hadn’t. I didn’t ever get back to sleep.

The next morning, the mystery was solved when we saw hundreds of tiny green apricots in our yard. And there was our next door neighbor Mary, so recently widowed. In the night, their huge apricot tree had toppled over and landed on her car. It didn’t do too much damage to the car because it caught on our fence. She hadn’t heard it because it’s really closer to our bedroom than hers.

By noon, everything was carted away. But we still miss the towering tree and so do the birds.

It was an unsettling day for us all but at least I knew I didn’t imagine that great big bump in the night.

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