Without a car drives me and Luke to walk to the Post Office. This ritual of checking the PO Box became a part of my life for over the last year. My clients send money to this box and I need to have the money tree replenished daily. Sadly, this trek has been "for not", as the box remains empty.
Defeated, we meander through Windsor Park in Prairie Village. The storm left huge limbs on the pathway. As we dodged the debris, I noticed cracked branches hanging on for dear life. Thoughts of my weeping money tree disappears. I become angered over the trees shading the pathway. I whip out my camera and snap shots of danger points. 
