Gourdzilla lives

Sir Issac Newton was not a dummy. If he ever grew gourds, I’m quite certain that he would not suspend them up a top heavy wind sail of a tower, and if for some reason he found his gourds up such a tower, he would immediately anchor the whole assembly with at least three stout ground lines, not one.

After the monsoon passed (a hour of sideways wind and rain first from the north and then strongly from the south), I found that the tower had not only toppled, it had partially uprooted the bed box, including a piece of rebar anchor.

I attached another line then tugged and grunted until it righted. A 3rd line was needed to true it up a little better and after a few minutes it looked almost vertical again:

After climbing a ladder and inspecting from a different angle, I understand a little better why the tower was doomed. There are several nice gourds up in the top, but until now I had not seen the two massive lighter green monsters perched above. I’ve zoomed in on one of them in the insert:

Gourdzilla lives, and he has a twin to boot.