Weeping For My Willow

We had a wicked-nasty wind storm last night and my Weeping Willow, not the strongest of trees in good times, didn't fare too well, as you can see. It fell right after my husband left for work; his truck was parked where the top of the tree landed and it would have been damaged, to say the least. It also missed our other pick-up truck, the barn and the garage. I'm so grateful we were spared additional destruction, but I'm really going to miss that tree...