Today's post is being written by Ann.
Yesterday was a tough day. It started out well enough. We went out to collect a whole bunch of free succulents we found for free in Craig's List. We got back to the farm and began our chores for the day. David is roto-tilling new compost into the strawberry field and I planted to succulents and proceeded to the greenhouse to separate and replant flower starts.
He finished up and I was at a stopping point for lunch about 2 p.m. He got just a few feet into the greenhouse when he heard a tree starting to fall. He yelled for me to MOVE and I did. He tried for the back door of the greenhouse.
The tree won.
The one-hundred, fifty oak decided it was rotten enough to fall for no particular reason and down it came, through the fence. and the greenhouse, with all of its support beams. David, normally a healthy adult American man of 6'2" was, in the matter of about 2 seconds (probably less), squashed into a two foot high space. I got out unscathed.
I screamed for the neighbor and between the two of us we got him extricated. With a bit of assistance got him into the car and down to the Emergency Room. Seven hours, six CT scans, and three x-rays later we got the news: two broken back-ribs, four foot bones dislocated from the ankle (that will absolutely require surgery), and 5 spinal process snapped off in his lower spine. (The neurosurgeon will tell us if that one needs surgery.)
We got home and him into bed at 11:30 p.m..
Jackson has been a huge help with coming out yesterday to secure the dogs, and is coming out today to cap the broken watering pipes and cut away enough of the tree to repair the garden fence so the dogs can again roam the Farm. He'll be back to continue to help me with the clean up and repairs.
The good news of course is that we lived to tell the tale. Thins could have very easily turned out much much differently. David has some tough days and weeks ahead of him, but he will make it. Farmers market plans have been terminated as we don't know surgical dates etc as of yet.
But the farm lives on just like we do. And we'll be okay, one day at a time.
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