Sunday afternoon, I was north of the city, picking up a finished T-shirt quilt for my son’s birthday, but that’s another post. While we chatted in the front yard, I admired the beautiful plantings of bleeding hearts in bloom and giant leafed hosta plants, Lisa told me her enormous three-trunked Maple tree (sadly), has to be taken down. Cut down before, as one arborist consulted said, before it came down into her living room. The tree has been struck by lightning several times. She pointed out the scars from the lightning strikes. I’d never seen this phenomenon before.