We have a half dozen fully mature trees
in our backyard.
This is my favorite:
It was once a tiny maple tree which had
been cut down but re-sprouted and now has a trunk made up of the
equivalent of four full grown trees. It canopies a third of my
backyard providing a high rise for squirrels and birds to live, work
and play. Occasionally it throws a branch and takes out our power,
but I feel the tree and I have come to an understanding.
That tree also does this:
(Please note the American Horror Story noises in the background.)
It is Whirlybird invasion season.
They fall at a rate of three thousand
per wind gust. It sounds like a rapidly advancing rainstorm when they
attack.
Which means it has become a race to
rake them from the flower and vegetable gardens and pull them from
the gutter before they sprout into tiny maple treelets.
So, I am off to rake and scrape.
And sharpen the chainsaw.
Hear that Maple Tree?
(Phew! Made it through 'W'. Any ideas for 'X'???)
(Phew! Made it through 'W'. Any ideas for 'X'???)
