Do you remember the corny lullaby Rock-abye Baby? It says about when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
I used to think of this as a kid’s rhyme plus I often wondered what a bough was plus why it would break plus cause the cradle to tumble.
Why would someone put the baby’s cradle in a tree? It made little sense, even though I would sing it to our youngsters as our mother sang to me plus her mother sang to her. Now that our young kids are growing up, I had mostly forgotten about the boughs cutting until the other evening. I was lying in bed, only half awake, when I heard such an entirely loud crack plus then a crash. My husband was finally working, so I couldn’t awaken him to check it out, even though I could call him. When I saw the tree limb coming through the eves of the spare room, I just stood there. I could assume the chilly air rushing in through the large hole, plus the heat was flying out. I didn’t want to lose all the heat. My furnace was working non-stop, plus I wanted to keep the heat inside. I closed the door plus put a quilt up over the door frame, hoping to keep the heat from being pulled out of the rest of the house. I called up the insurance business, plus I called our husband. There wasn’t much more I could do except get some heavier clothes on. When our husband called, he told me to get out of the house plus go check into a hotel where there was heat. He wanted nothing to happen to me in case the tree did more major damage than I was imagining.